GPS (direction?)

I need to let my soul breathe for a minute

See my conscience is choking

Done OD'd on dreams, now nobody's as dope as me and my city, show me what dope is

My uncles told me what dope is

My mama showed me what hope is

Now I want dollars, say

I need more knowledge, now I go to college and

To no surprise, I'm still trapped in this blank space

Could've sold crack if I wanted to be an inmate

You welcomed us here with open arms

And then you lock us up inside these here walls and tell me

Do everything except for what I love