Lyrics:

They say he was a monster from birth, so

Fuck it, I'll just a lean warn-os them hoes

I suppose O took on the street life

Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise

Wasn't the school type, I was too cool

My agenda wasn't general education, nigga

Generalizing Obie's expectations

It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos

Bad news my nigga, pass the brew

Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you

So rapidly homies become causualties

We was just playing Madden

Now a nigga sad for his family, that's how it happens

Dudes get blasted, another casket

Another child becomes a fatherless bastard

Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet

It's so tragic, and Obie can't get past it

And you wonder why a nigga'll flash it

Just to, show these demons that I ain't having it

Put 'em beneathe the grass in a flash

Homie I'm from the craft

And to make it where I'm at, that's called Soldierism

Real niggaz notice em, they wanna flow with 'em

Wanna do major shows with 'em

Get the fuck out the ghetto wit 'em

Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, don't fret

This is the set we live in

But I ain't crying or whining about my enviornment

Even though black folk is dying constant

Niggaz'll shoot you unconscious

Wit no conscience, until you lose conscience

Conscious, and pompous white folk think I'm just rhyming

Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining

Like I just speak violent applying to the business I'm in

Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing

Moving on up was just The Jeffersons

Rest of us watching the tube got less then them

So why you vexing him? Why you stretching him out?

He got the weapon all because his whereabouts

Born and raised, mental slaves

And I don't see change before I'm seeing the grave

All I see is my homies corpse decay

Crying at his wake, can't recognize his face

Face it, you not identifying with me

My identity distorts ya visibility

So you can't see me, peep what he's achieving

You recieve information from TV

I'm in the hood, I live it you read about it

Rest in peace Peezy

Please believe Obie eyes've seen The Wire

Prior to what you seeing on the screen

I done been in and out of the bing

Lost niggaz to unfortunate things

That's why, praise the Lord I'm still on the scene

Praise the Creator who made human beings

Just for creating a nigga like me

A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah



[Chorus 2X]

Wake up

I try to reach out but you won't

Wake up

My brothers and sisters, we got to

Wake up

'Fore you stuck in the system, and then ya

Wake up

Reality hits ya, before you can

Wake up