Interpret:

BIOHAZARD

Album:

State Of The World Address

Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race 
Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face 
Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal 
Staking a claim on an estate that is real 
Pay the mob's price for your own protection 
Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections 
Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit 
Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit 
The space between the death of our friends is so close 
This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose 
Last month a gunshot, a typical story 
That's just the way it goes in a failed territory 
No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim 
To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in 
The vacuum of the street so powerful 
Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour fool 
Still smoking dippers our friends are all dusted 
Slave to a bottle of juice, fucking disgusted 
Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole 
And the odds are that we'll never grow old 
Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip 
With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip 
Day to day death, wish we all carry inside 
Welcome to your suicide 
So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew 
Living here doesn't offer much else to do 
But get into beef and take each other's back 
Kid of eighteen, broke his skull with a bat 
Always changing with the trends like a fucking chameleon 
Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million 
A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth 
But the only thing holding you down is yourself 
On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts 
When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car 
Nothing you can do. Just another sad story 
Wake up, break out 
An epitaph from your own self doubt