| Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops | |
| Come on outside, today's gon' be the day we | |
| Start livin in the new worrrld[Black Thought] | |
| Yo, they got high-powered lenses on the cameras outside | |
| It ain't nowhere to run it ain't hardly nowhere to hide | |
| They hear you when you whisperin so try to keep quiet | |
| You don't even realize that youse a twinkle in the all, seein eye | |
| From the time you in the bar gettin high | |
| To havin conversations on your phone through the wire | |
| You can drive but it's definitely footage of your ride | |
| Livin in this day and time, it's a funny kind of vibe | |
| From the corners of the ceiling feel its eyes in back of me | |
| I couldn't tell you why | |
| I think they constantly after me | |
| Maybe it's cause the news put it to me so graphically | |
| How niggaz don't obey no laws, not even gravity boy | |
| No benefit of doubt he had to be from | |
| He from the corner where they known to get they casualty on | |
| Another day another scene to perform, spotlight him on | |
| FridayCome and lock him up | |
| Saturday morn, c'mon[Chorus] |