Life is short, even mines at stake
Child prone to violence like a dog returns to its own father
The sidewalk was my brother’s office
People lining up to get it, Fantastic knew how to flip it
Trust it and respect it, almost got me arrested
Hustling is an art, I’m just trying to be smart
[Interlude]
The devil’s dust, PCP, invaded blood streams
Raw, uncut, like what they sold in front of the store front
The fool for chaos, taking what we can salvage
[Verse]
I took a pen, became a voice for the voiceless

My administration will hunt down these poison pushers and arrest them one my one until we get directly to the source. The scourge of angel dust has been linked to psychosis, violence, schizophrenia, and the epidemic runs especially rampant in the Bronx.
Illegal substances constructing, but plus addicted
My raps were like crystallized powder before crack
We cut our losses, I had choices
My people walking in a zombie state
All of the time I invested in school is now of question
Strung our bodies out in the park, Shaolin was my heart
Angels with dirty faces, angels with broken wings
The government says that angel dust can kill you if you take it or it can cause you to kill others.
We stood for loyalty, all we had was each other’s back