Now, of course, I want peace on the streets, but realistically, painting perfect pictures ain't never work. My misery was so deep, couldn't sleep through all my pressures in my quest for cash. I learned fast, using violent measures, memories of adolescent years. There was unity, but after puberty, we brought war to our community. So many bodies dropping, it's gotta stop. I wanna help, but still I'm stepping. Keep my weapon, must protect myself. The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me. Plus, my teachers was too petrified in class to teach me. Sipping Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid. Calling Earl since my stomach was empty. It seduced me to *** the world. Watch my little homies lose their childhoods to guns. Nobody cries no more, cause we all died for fun. So why you ask me if I want peace? If you can't grant it, niggas fighting across the whole planet. So it could never be peace. Will there ever be peace? Or are we all just headed for doom? Still consumed by the beast. And I know, there'll never be peace. That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets. Cause there could never be peace. Somebody owes me, when they control me not. I ain't a hater player, but I want all you got. Y'all babies had babies, now we fighting each other. My dogs got rabies, they biting each other. And it ain't hard to find a friend like mine. Big bully is a bully and he don't mind dying. And I gotta be blind, miss sign after sign. Time after time, after time after time. And I don't like nobody, they don't like me more. And I'm good with that finally, but it hurt it before. Dog, we living in a prison. Losing our religion on Thanksgiving. We thankful just for living in hell. Damn homie, I don't mean to be harsh. But it's the devil in the ghetto trying to tear it apart. And if we make it about, we still stuck in the dark. Will there ever be peace? That's the peace of my heart. Never. The only peace we got, is the peace of our heart. The peace of our mind. Or that damn peace, that we hold in our waistline. You feel me dog? Come on, come on, come on. So will there ever be peace? Or are we all just headed for doom? Still consumed by the beast. And I know, there'll never be peace. That's why I keep my peace to when I walk the streets. Cause there'll never be peace. Things are changing. Nigga, you better read the signs. I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times. The world is a ghetto and peace is not a part of it. We all will be gone if we plan to make it out of this. Niggas spending too much time hating on each other. Niggas buying guns, loading them up, aiming at each other. And the victim is you and me. And sin for this true indeed. The good die mostly over bullshit repeatedly. Deep in me there's a part that wants nothing but love. But the rest of me know war is what's waiting for us. So I stay ready. Keep my pay heavy and balls up. Stack my funds and my guns. Never rely on luck. Ask for God to point out the imposters. Never let no weapon formed against me prosper. Cause there'll never be peace. So don't rely on it. Soldiers dying for it. And in the ghetto, they crying for it. Oh, never peace. Will there ever be peace? Or are we all just headed for doom? Still consumed by the beast. And I know, there'll never be peace. That's who I keep my peace to when I walk the streets. Oh, there'll never be peace. Will there ever be peace? Or are we all just headed for doom? Still consumed by the beast. And I know, there'll never be peace. That's who I keep my peace to when I walk the streets. Nigga, there'll never be peace. Will there ever be peace? Or are we all just headed for doom? Still consumed by the beast. And I know, there'll never be peace. That's who I keep my peace to when I walk the streets. Nigga, there'll never be peace. Will there ever be peace? Peace. ***. *** peace. On the strip till my niggas get a piece, we can't have peace. How the *** we gonna live happy when we ain't got nothing? You mother***ers are smiling, but I'm mean mucking. Why? Because I gotta be thugging. It seem drugs done turned this whole mother***ing hood out. All us niggas acting up. Wild ass mother***ing adolescents. These niggas ain't even got no childhoods no more. How the *** can you have a childhood and you have to feel them every mother***ing weekend? And you mother***ers talking about peace. Nigga, it ain't no mother***ing peace. You ain't seen the news, mother***er. You ain't heard. Little babies getting smoked. Mother***ers killing their whole family. Little kids getting thrown off buildings. Mother***ers getting abused. Peace. Because you out your ***ing mind. *** peace. We can't never have peace till you mother***ers clean up this mess you made. Till you ***ing clean up the dirt you dropped. Till we get a piece. *** peace. Westside. Westside.