[Bronze Nazareth] Yeah, you can't win in these streets, this Gaza Strip, Middle East Who would know before long you struggled for so long? Make you wanna go long, shock then bomb, war face on The camouflage became these concrete lawns It's a robbery, tired of tryna be righteous Tired of not letting it bust on n***a So you can see the gun blast, run past your lenses Flash before your eye pitch, crumbs is all is digest Readers in the pool of words and heaters Merged with slurs of reefer And watch it glow when you 'turn those lights off' I can't save your city before I save me So what's it worth? Four spins or J-O-B Woman, chains and bell, we sinners Waste can tell me different ways to G-off A different stage to flee off, different lights to see off Just saw you feed off and try to walk with me That's how it be, guns rule the city Slums they move with me We an army of orphaned, fostered child miracles Hand me a burner n***a, I can help you get spiritual [Chorus: Bronze Nazareth (Kevlaar 7)] When they 'turn those lights off' There goes your dreams, there goes your plans and scheme Reach for the high beams when I 'turn those lights off' This is not a camera flash, no silencer when my grandma blast f** a mask, when they 'turn those lights off' They'll never see me like saddles in the pitch black Get back or hear click clack When they 'turn those lights off' (That's not lightening, nightmares igniting Starring n***as sniping when I 'turn those lights off')