To Whom It May Concern
[Verse 1: Snug Brim]
This one is here for my dirt broke, cutthroats who chop dope
Who's block smoke, from hustling, 'cause they don't got no
Still struggling, a hundred and ninety thou away from bubbling
With a [?] pack, and you can't tell him shit until he see that
But [?] we rob and kill
And leave him [?] wittness, 'cause we mob for real
For dollar bills, we hopers
My main frame is maintain focus
In this strange game, you can change lanes if you over
[?] concern, money to burn
Help us out
If [?] light up at the end of the tunnel, I take the [?]
Do away with all the backstabbing, and cash grabbing niggas
Hand on you before you ever got lavish
I'm on a stack habit
Running with hustlers
Dope dealers, murderers, they put one in your jugular
So [?] get your shit tight
And put the word around the city, that us niggas getting our shit right
[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
To whom it may concern, this was written for you
Living life [?] truth
Comicazi [?] all races
[?] with y'all faces
Get it together, nigga
[Verse 2: Skatterman]
Skatter, Man, member of the crime wave
Nigga move two birds and pieces in five days
Baby crying [?] do the mathimatics
To have cabbage, gotta be more than half savage
Cop packages from real killers that cock hammers
And post up in drug spots with cop scanners
No heat, no water, no lights
Just a gun in the dark of the night
I hope that good lord forgive me and my people for the crimes we did
And how we all used to sell dimes as kids
He know we underestimated, and we under insured
Plus we under educated, and we under employed
Shit
What I'm supposed to do?
Governer born
That's why I run with Duse cats, with guns under they arms
Hitting licks with stores and jewelry hights
[?] my half brother doing a [?] 22 to life
[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
To whom it may concern, this was written for you
Living life [?] truth
Comicazi [?] all races
[?] with y'all faces
Get it together, nigga
[Verse 3: BG Bullet Wound]
Who the fuck they think we are?
Locking us up behind some bars
Just because we ghetto stars
Riding around in ghetto cars
[?] make the laws
Who's the man that make them calls?
Who's the motherfucker tryna take away the way we ball?
Ain't nobody seen us, look at the way they treat us
My uncle keep on [?]
And ain't nobody seeing us
It's sad to say I understand when a black man put a gun in hand
Rob a grocery store, and pull off in that white van
That's right, man
Then ain't nobody tripping off the shit he did
'Cause he was a man while he was doing it while feeding his kid
That's the life that we live, I'm just explaining the facts
So stop tryna ban lyrics, that's the way that we rap
You tryna shut down everything a black man do
Your defenition of a black man, that black man's you
Take a look in the mearor, you see I'm telling the truth
This is the [?] silly [?] to you
[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
To whom it may concern, this was written for you
Living life [?] truth
Comicazi [?] all races
[?] with y'all faces
Get it together, nigga
[Verse 4: Kutt Calhoun]
To whom it may concern, this ain't no terroristic [?]
It's a message, [?] attention
To the president, [?] you [?]
[?] take it back to 85
When Ronald Reagan was in office, the beginning of the end
Came [?] when he started letting crack cocaine in
Every local black community, supplyed at liquor stores and [?]
[?] bags of distribution
Bush, you ain't no different, so what [?]
[?] problems rising up for projects
Our people need assistance, the world's at a resistance
State of mind [?] realise a war ain't worth risking
They [?]
[?] never publicly released, they help [?] man
You say we all equal, [?] you gotta change [?] 2Pac was [?] Martin Luther King
So what, you sit and listen?
[?] sparks are hot [?]
Blaming the coldest part of [?] find in your heart
'Cause this is the conclusion, without no reselution
Ain't no motherfucking way you gon' be the country's future
To whom it may concern