[Bronze Nazareth]Yeah, you can't win in these streets, this Gaza Strip, Middle EastWho would know before long you struggled for so long?Make you wanna go long, shock then bomb, war face onThe camouflage became these concrete lawnsIt's a robbery, tired of tryna be righteousTired of not letting it bust on niggaSo you can see the gun blast, run past your lensesFlash before your eye pitch, crumbs is all is digestReaders in the pool of words and heatersMerged with slurs of reeferAnd watch it glow when you 'turn those lights off'I can't save your city before I save meSo what's it worth? Four spins or J-O-BWoman, chains and bell, we sinnersWaste can tell me different ways to G-offA different stage to flee off, different lights to see offJust saw you feed off and try to walk with meThat's how it be, guns rule the citySlums they move with meWe an army of orphaned, fostered child miraclesHand me a burner nigga, I can help you get spiritual[Chorus: Bronze Nazareth (Kevlaar 7)]When they 'turn those lights off'There goes your dreams, there goes your plans and schemeReach for the high beams when I 'turn those lights off'This is not a camera flash, no silencer when my grandma blastFuck a mask, when they 'turn those lights off'They'll never see me like saddles in the pitch blackGet back or hear click clackWhen they 'turn those lights off'(That's not lightening, nightmares ignitingStarring niggas sniping when I 'turn those lights off')