[Zion I]nYeah, yeah, yeah, heynThe cityscape where I stay is gettin hot nownUnemployment is high and buildings is gettin chopped downnGold teeth populatin the blocksnSlurring slang day and night on the lookout for copsnMake a shot ring out like the liberty bellnNo escape from the heat, it's getting hotter than hellnLike the oven's on broil, with bloodstains in the soilnPissed on in the colors of crown royalnAnd little sister got a baby on hipnAnd her momma never home so the cycle is sicknYoung ballers on the court wanna play in the leaguenBut got knocked in the spot for a quarter of weednIt's getting hot in here, baby leave on your clothesnMuch more to living life than emulating them hoesnI try to speak truth in the form of my flownBut the temperature is risin it's harder to grow, fo' sho'nn[Chorus x2]nGotta keep my head up (Yeah)nEven though I'm fed up (Survival every day)nIt's gettin hard to eat (Right)nAnd all the drama in the street (It's gettin hot in every way)nn[Talib Kweli]nHeads up, eyes open, rest in peace headquartersnTunnel visionnMost of us is rushing like a special order of stolen NIAnThe block is hot the ghetto on fire, with more narc salesnThan Avon Barksdale from that show The WirenWe keep growing like hair when you dienBlack butterfly on the rose that's preparin to flynI paint a picture in the color of the orchid, it's vividnWhatever kid I talk it, I spit it, I walk it, I live itnGod bless every step and need to go through a reverendnYour boy used to gouge an eye out just to get into heavennWe live between heaven and hell like John ConstantinenDoing crimes then confessing like a teenage drama queennWe were leaning now we're falling down like Michael DouglasnI spit it fast, I gotta get it out, they might unplug itnAnd try to drug us, so I stay aware and watch out for the setupnNever scared to go head up, got a plan to get my bread up, andnn[Chorus x2]