Calling My Conscious, But Theres No Reply; See Cops Killing Everybody. Everyone Committing Suicide, Call My Conscious; But There No Reply. As I Write You This True Letter..1x).-  

Verse -Calling My Misery; While Writing You This Letter. My Emotion Mood; No Reply. I Losing My mind; Only Lord Knows. I'm Tryna Remain Calm; My Humble Plea. My Thinkin Lately; Strive My mind Liquid Bomb. Yesterday, I Saw Danger In The Streets; Visions Of Me Being Paranoid. I'm Fighting Wit Demons; Waking Out Of A Cold Sweat. In My Conscious; Future Of Adversary's Of Mine. They Playin Tricks; Wit Witch Dialectic Forces. Tryna Steal Me shine; Now Everyone See Me In The Streets; In My Vets And My Two Chrome 9's. I Anit Lying; I'm Hearing Plans Of Death Around Every Corner. 

As I Witness; One Of My Homeboys Family Tears. He Died Yesterday; This Un-just World Of Confusion And Sorrow. We Will Never Share Tomorrow; When Our Living, Never Free. We strive; Hoping Too Change The World Wit Our Mind Set. Followed By Spiritual Efforts; When Everyday We In A Struggle Together. until I Get A answer;-

Hook-(Callin My Conscious, But Still No Answer 3x). 

Verse: My Mind Viewing A World; In Visions Of No Peace. My Relentless Vision; Refuse Too Keep My Mind At Ease. What's It's Gonna Take; Too Keep My Homies From The streets. When It's Hell Too Them Niggas In Them Jail Cells; I Hear Them Screams. Full Of Dreams; Being Torn Down By Demons. I Shoot Off Fifty Shots; For The Pain In Their Hearts. 

It's A Start; We Salute Their Freedom. I'll Bleed The Worse; Before We Grow Together. It's My Sacrifice; Too All Them Have-Knots In Them Homeless Shelters. Where Is Justice; May Laying In The Hands Of Liberty. Shot The Fuck Up, Wound; Now We Realize Our Depressions. Liquor Store's On Every Corner; My People Are Drinking The Sorrows Of White America. Followed By Madness; Alcoholism Persona. Now It's A Cold Day In Hell; Broke Down In English. As A Single Mother; Acapella Her Drug Habits. Right Before She Flat Lines; The World Prostitute Her Death. Wit The Pimp Help Of The Media; They Snatched Her Life Line. It Got Me Sayin; ( Where Is My Conscious. I Keep Calling, But It's No Answer. Still Not Answering My Letters, Everybody Dying; Cops Killing Everybody. Calling My Conscious 2x).End-