[Master P] Inside the ghetto you see kids with no shirts or shoes and no sweaters, and life is kinda cold, little kids withdirty pampers and a god damn runny nose and moms never home, never really had a da now what really going on?, now what should I do? my little brothers stomach growling in the god damn rich do searching in the box for something to eat knowing there aint gon be a god damn thing in there G in the middle of the night it get strange sister baby keep crying they want milk man but she dont give a damn she's out tricking for a hit dont give a fuck bout little sam and all night long the neighbors fussing my ear to the wall he beats us up and 2 hours later come the police instead of helping honey rather fuck with me its truly on the wall, want my eyes deep now whats really going on G? [Big Ed] Man this police fatality gotta stop ma cause brother aint going out like Rodney King no more [Master P] Little Sammy grew up to be the neighborhood dope dealer, big wheeler, cap peeler, never gave a damn bout another life going to jail cause sam was just another night money and dope was a trade but not enough money to save this motherfuck's age mama did sam like change started ganking his own people like in the dope game and I better run out to a quarter that little sam wont live to see tomorrow and the government really dont gives a damn cause every neighborhood you find a fucking sam its some little kid with no pride but not enough education to survive a lotta people in it to win dont a damn about the lives they lose in the system It's a shame, black politics and government damn, uncle sam, so we retaliate, so who are you going to judge when we all make mistakes so I just move on you cant stop a nigga from writting a bout it in a song and I aint the one to get fucked in other words you mess with P its like pressing your luck and I'm getting paid, and I aint gon let you treat every damn black man like a slave and if you do your wrong, now what really going on