Bout to one-take this shit, niggaDear diary, what a day it’s beenDear diary, it’s been just like a dreamIlluminati tryin’ to read my mind with a eagle eyeAnd the haze got me thinkin’, whyWe killed osama and plenty innocent people diedWe should see the signs, but we stevie blindNo disrespect to the man or the legend, butI’m sick and tired of askin’ my brethren ifIt all ends in 2011Would God come through or would he actually forget us?Cause, apocalypse is getting closerBut they’re more focused on that lil youth sippin’ sodaFuck the sugar act, niggas out pushin’ crackAnd I lost my father figure because of thatSo can I live? Or is my brother tryin’ to gun me downScuffle a couple of rounds ’til we hear the thunder soundNo lightening, clash of the titansAnd after the violence a moment of silenceCause I want mine the fast wayThe ski mask way, lookin’ for a fast payAnd instead of stickin’ up for each otherPickin’ up guns and stickin’ up our brothersSo fuck ’em all, I’m comin’ through ragin’And I won’t stop ’til reagan is caged inMom tell me I should let the lord handle itThe arm of the law is tryin’ to man-handle usA man’s world, but a white man’s planetAnd the doors are slowly closing while weFallin’ through the cracks of itIt’s a shame that flippin’ crack will beThe best alternative if you don’t make it rappin’These crack houses and trap houses are trappin’ us inAnd in the end we’re gonna remain stagnantI ain’t havin’ it