Verse 1:
Here’s a letter written from nobody
addressed to less souls and more bodies
red rum, sipping murder a new hobby
black tux in a white coffin, that’s Bugatti
I look into the eyes of a killer
you went from black king to guerrilla
I question your intentions when it comes to resolving some conflict
and then you show me the depths of your shallow conscience
I don’t know what it was, I don’t know what was said
all I know is the death that you’ve painted with hot lead
maybe you’ll spin the barrel and put a hole in his head
after the geometric you’ll put him square in his bed
but every choice has a consequence
responding with a chopper is a lack of competence
you take a life away until you rot inside of a box
with a cot, three hots, and when the clock stops
execution to the fox
Chorus:
It’s homicide on the other side
We’re losing the innocent to the real niggas
And if I die then it’s genocide
Got them hating they’re own like some Hilfiger
Tell me what’s going on…going on in my city
Tell me what’s going on…going on in my city
…pray for Harrisburg
Verse II:
Here’s a letter written from nobody
addressed to less souls and more bodies
red rum, sipping murder a new hobby
black tux in a white coffin, that’s Bugatti
I look into the eyes of a victim
release of all breath and fallen wisdom
I can only imagine if you recollect your final hour
reverse fate, never the choice, out of your power
you probably had a lot of plans mapped out on that road
I’m Ichabod Crane while consoling Mr. Toad
from Wind and The Willow to Sleepy Hollow
it’s off with your head until the spinal cord follows
I wish I could’ve saved another soul in my Star City home
they never give a damn about your life until it’s gone
I step outside of my house into that daily war zone
my condolences to you and your family what’s going on…
Chorus:
It’s homicide on the other side
We’re losing the innocent to the real niggas
And if I die then it’s genocide
Got them hating they’re own like some Hilfiger
Tell me what’s going on…going on in my city
Tell me what’s going on…going on in my city
…pray for Harrisburg
Verse III:
Here’s a letter written from nobody
addressed to less souls and more bodies
red rum, sipping murder a new hobby
black tux in a white coffin, that’s Bugatti
I look into the eyes of the people
a meeting’s taking place under the steeple
community activism is one of the ways to bring awareness
but keep it a hundred in all fairness
we can scream Black Lives Matter in the face of our oppressor
but I don’t hear the same when my reflection’s the aggressor
who…you look like me and you talk like me
run and jump hurdles, you have the same walk like me
so if we’re tired what are we going to do about it?
you shouldn’t have to bury your sons, there’s a way around it
if there’s an answer forgive me I haven’t found it
so never mind PennLive we can cover grounds for the kids, let them live
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