[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