Voice of the Slain

You can't talk about me and disrespect me, I have children too

I need respect, you show me respect and stop writing trashy articles about me, then I'll show you respect

I'm a man, now listen, I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waste my life

And when I die, I'm going to paradise. And I'm not worried, so I'm in a hurry to die

But no one's gonna disrespect me, and no one's gonna write nonsense about me without me retaliating

Reporting live from the bottom where niggas crash for a dollar

You giving back to community, then they make you a martyr

Separate mother and father, to lead the son and the daughter Astray,

Look outside, the clouds are gray.

The stress can get real, it makes it hard to pray