"I write, I write, I write because

I'm from East Oakland, the Bay Aye, bruh,

Where the murder rate stays 

At a constant pace, bruh,

Of someone killed nearly every other day, bruh,

My birthplace is a hurtache,

Painted walls crafted in madness, 

Though all will gather in sadness 

To believe they did everything differently,

When in fact ain't nothing changed, bruh,

So I write...I write...I write..."