"Boom, then crash,
The shattering of glass,
I dive to the floor,
Busted my ass,
What the hell was that?
Was all that I said,
Then I seen the pool of blood,
Then I see my moms was dead,
No emotion in the commotion,
I wasn't even sad,
Even when I learned,
the bullet was meant for my dad,
Vietnam made pops crazy,
He was already half dead,
So Why couldn't it had been him, that they shot in the head?
All the news that fits the print,
Momma's death went unreported, not a whiff, word, or hint
They don't care about us niggas is how my pops explained,
But I didn't know I was a nigga, until my dad proclaimed,
Six months later my pops was dead too,
Drug related shots fired,
His skin turned cold blue,
On the news that night
the president got a new hairdo,
The news guy said I like it, how about you?
No word about the post runs, 
CBS,
Why was that you ask?
Take a fucking guess,
And yeah why is that?
Is what politicians should be asking,
But who's got time for questions,
When your skiing up in Aspen,
Broads get gun shots to the head,
And all yall swerving us as hasbeens,
My momma was so lovely,
she would make your head spin,
Leveling the playing field and y'all see who really win,
And yeah I got anger,
But I don't let it take me down,
Cause my momma taught me better,
And she holds me up when I fall down,
Rest in Peace Ma,
Don't worry about your son,
Someday I'll make you proud,
Because yeah,
I am the one"