text: Babe, when you hear the siren sounds
  When the karma come back round, don’t let me down
  Babe, theres a time to stand your ground
  Even if one of them sounds, dont let me down
  Eyesight is a gateway
  To a new day and the same hate
  With a new height and the same feet
  On a airplane yelling, “Mayday”
  With a good girl gone bad girl
  Who went gay ’cause of date rape
  Thats a metaphor for the US
  Cause they got us all in the same state
  State of mind, brain is minimized
  Put me on the news, only criticize
  Revolution will never be televised
  For the enemy, they never empathize
  And I never voted, never sugar coat it
  With my finger itchin and my gun loaded
  When the fire open, let it be your moment
  When I shoot the sheriff if he not demoted, then bang! 
  This for Trayvon and Tree
  Burn the bush and chronic, speakin honestly
  We livin in colonies, CNN sit-comedies
  Monstrosity run rampant all throughout United States
  Talkin about “lets make a fort”
  Talkin’ about “let’s make it great”
  If the shoes fit, tie it, grab the guns and riot
  Time to run with lions on the road to Zion
  In this age of violence, time to grab the iron
  When I pop the silencer, its nothing but silence when–
  Babe, when you hear the siren sounds
  When the karma come back ’round, dont let me down
  Babe, theres a time to stand your ground
  Even if one of them sounds, dont let me down
  Uh, look, okay
  Ba-aby, I’m a fool because I thought you would stay
  Whether I win or I lose, they already think we dead
  But they continue to shoot, Im just gon cover my head
  I need to duck and not move I bust a move when I 
  Find a way to get on and get up and get out the crib
  I was just looking into the mirror
  Tryna dislocate my fear cause you broke my heart
  Let me dry my tears
  So serious, Im so neglected
  In the wrong direction with a long erection
  Got no protection but its fuck the world
  When she bend it over, being over-sensitive
  But did I mention that my real intentions
  Are on me really dealin with the consequences
  And I see your tone is very condescending
  When I talk to you, but no you wont admit it
  And I pity the fool
  Been tryna vent, but you aint tryna hear it
  Like Im not in here, but you gotta hear it
  Just stop brushing me off to the side 
  Oh say, can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street
  By the dawns early light, double Sprite and a R.I.P. tee
  So proudly, lights gleam, let the gun blaow in the night time
  Of the slum house, little drum bump with the one thousand
  Come-come, here they come
  Babe, when you hear the siren sounds
  When the karma come back round, dont let me down
  Babe, theres a time to stand your ground
  Even if one of them sounds, dont let me down
  Birds chirpin, dogs barkin, kids missin, milk cartons
  Soul dark as black markets, war is startin, more spartans
  Lord, prophet, praise Muhammad, Different Strokes, Philip Drummond
  Gave me crack, like Im plumbin, Jesus Christ, second comin
  Cut myself, now Im numbin, never scared, never runnin
  Chosen one, Im one hunnid, pray for me, pray for London
  Guilty me, he aint done and gun me down, all for nothin
  Precedent in abundance, President is a puppet
  Gotta hate it, gotta love it, pass a class, I rise above it
  Wise enough, advise the public, pistol bust, screamin “fuck it”
  Donald Trump, Donald Duck, what the fuck is the difference?
  Now we stuck in a rut, this aint what I envisioned
  What is what? What is guts when you dont have intuition?
  Not a saint, not a sin, tell me, whats my real religion?
  Genocide, Genesis, they say its a new beginnin
  Im a sinner, you a sinner, I can see the devil grinnin, damn