When i was 19 after my freshman season of basketball in college i went to Jamaica for a few weeks on spring break.
One of my friends from the team family had a mansion there (no bullshit) and we traveled from one side of the Island to the other.
First week we spent away from tourist areas and the second week in Negril doing spring break stuff like girls & cliff jumping ect.
Giant bricks of any drugs we wanted and unlimited supply of high grade ganja, looking back it was a wild experience.
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see?
Can you feel my pain? am I your enemy?
Give us a better way, things are really bad,
The only friend I know is this gun I have.
Listen to my voice, this is not a threat
Now you see the nine (gun) are you worried yet?
You've been talking about you want the war to cease
Well when you show us hope, we will show you peace.
Verse 2
Look into my mind, can you see the wealth?
Can you tell that I want to help myself?
But if it happen that I stick you for your ring
Don't be mad at me it's a survival thing.
Look into my heart, I can feel your fear
Take another look can you hold my stare?
Why are you afraid of my hungry face?
Or is it this thing bulging in my waist?
Verse 3
Look into my life, can you see my kids?
Let me ask you this,do you know what hungry is?
Well in this part of town, survival is my will
For you to stay alive you've got to rob and kill.
Look into my house would you live in there?
Look me in the eyes and tell me that you care,
Well I've made up my mind to end up in the morgue
Right now I'd rather die, cause man will live like dog.
Verse 4
Look down at my shoes, can you see my toes?
The struggle that we live nobody really knows
Stop and ask yourself, would you live like that?
And if you had to then, would you bust gun shot?
Look into the schools, tell me how you feel?
You want the kids to learn without a proper meal
Then what you have in place to keep them out of wrong?
If they drop out of school there gonna bust they gun.
