The Price is Theres, The Cost is Yours!

Behind door number one is the dope infested/Streets, where every minute someones getting arrested/ Police on every corner asking too many questions/And Gs, aint got no choice but to carry their weapons/In a Dope economy manufacturing goods/Wrapping them up in packages, and sending it through yo' hood/Then randomly round up all the radical renegades/Lockem up and throw away the key, like modern day/Plantations, people waiting to see you skatin on thin ice/Just ask those who've been to the pen twice/Working on their third strike, living there third life/While seeds become poisoned, fertilized by a cursed plight.......to be continued