This dude done punched me in my face I feel my nose leak/ crowd start to gather round look like the whole street/ plus my mama watching making sure I handle mine/ I slammed him on the curb now it's stomp him and dismantle time/ He tried to clown me while I'm talking to this girl I like/ and called me welfare I whooped his ass and took his bike/ They call that strong arm robbery but I ain't know/ I'm only 12 but I did this once or twice before/ I was raised in the hood and had a great mom/ I had a kind heart but temper like a time bomb/ who would ever think I'd go from getting straight A's/ to getting arrested and flunking in the eighth grade/ another troubled youth just to say the least/ but thru it all it was the making of the police/ another troubled youth just to say the least but thru it all it was the making of the police {hook} sit with me/ come and talk with me/ matter fact you need to come and take a walk with me/ I get that hate from both sides/ I can't do no good/ too black for the badge/ too blue for the hood.

2nd verse. A long ways from them days of clowning with my crew/ they can't believe I'm rockin with the boys in blue/ I'm a rookie now/ it got me under a lot of stress/ they got these quota sheets to see who make the most arrests/ I got a gun ho training O I'm working with/ plus he senior man and out here on that bullscript/ In this line of work you lose associates/ and all these brotha's getting locked is disproportionate/ I been to places that you read about in newspapers/ I seen the murderers, burglars and the child rapers/ I seen the blacktops turn into the crack spots/ talked to little homies trying to keep them out the jackpot/ if you was candy coated riding on them gold spokes/ he'd tell me pull you over cause you must be selling dope/ I'm taking notice on these quotas we ain't treated equal/ feel like they training me to put the pressure on my people {hook} Sit with me/ come and talk with me matter fact/ you need to come and take a walk with me/ I get the hate from both sides/ I can't do no good/ too black for the badge/ too blue for the hood.

3rd verse. I'm at a murder scene body laying in the floor/ I see a safe it's a gwop of 80 grand or more/ I wanna take it and it's no one here that's stopping me/ I'm gettin tempted by the devil God is watching me/ that's when I smelled the odor of a body that was decomposed/ somebody's daughter laying lifeless there without her clothes her stomach bulging maggots seeping out the bellybutton/ it ain't a hood star or street thug can tell me nothing about a rifle or these trifle times we livin in/ I seen the recession get the best of men/ I know the hustle and the struggle that my people face/ to me your life matter to them you're just another case/ nowadays when you're a cop everybody doubts you/ ass on the line for people who don't care about you/ I earned that love when I show up where those thuggers be/ elders say they feel a lot safer just because of me/ I made a difference that's what made it worth the sacrifice/ some feel indebted forever said I saved their life/ that's real talk real spit no fake/ West Hill to the V down to Summit Lake/ I tried my best to make the streets a better place to play/ and if you hatin I suggest you check my resume/ I hold it down in the same streets I used to stay/ they say I wear my badge with the hood in my DNA!!