[Verse One] Young black boy with a flag Just like the one that his daddy used to have The other tribe caught him on the corner with the mag Then, later, his toe's la**oed with a tag Wondering if pops ever cared Goes to the mall and they all just stare Sees a blue shirt that he know he can't wear Steals it anyway. Just cause it's there Runs home. He knows the drill Some guns fake but some bullets real Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed And subject to a ricochet Runs home. He knows the drill Some guns fake but some bullets real Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed And subject to a ricochet He hears [Hook] Shots outside the window (x8) [Verse Two] Young latino walks a very fine line Wants a degree but he has a tech nine And it replays at night; All his friends turned to chalk outlines Wants much better for himself Has thirty books that he reads on a shelf Wants to fill his mind Though he knows it could be blown out at anytime Runs home. Cuts through the block A car slowing down means you might drop Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed And subject to a ricochet Runs home. Cuts through the block A car slowing down means you might drop Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed And subject to a ricochet He hears [Hook]