It's ya boy G.B./who wants to party with me/ And in six to eight weeks you gone have a degree/ On pimpin and playing and schooling and fooling and ruling the streets/ I am a man of the people, got my hands on the beat/ of the heart of this city/ more like a overgrown town/ it might look kinda pretty/ but its dirty on the ground/ even in the air/ they raising the fare/ of train tickets but the tracks ain't going nowhere/ City Council's taxing and taking and caking and faking like they care about us/ when they don't even ride the bus/ Where'd that arena come from/ when everybody said no/ cause it wasn't worth the sum/ our votes were just for show/ And it's not just here/ it's happening far and near/ you just gotta take a peek under the veneer/ to see the government's guise and lies and prize with an s/ why do you think we got stimulus checks/ perhaps to split us apart/ the haves from the have nots/ and that will be just the start/ but there's more ain't gots/ so we can stop it/ before they launch a rocket/  rise as one on D.C. and over top it