You Killed My Brother (Feat.Shadow Prophet)

They say "progress." I see wreckage. This ain't a city, it's a butcher shop. Los Santos. Yeah. Let's talk about it. Another chalk line, sun on the pavement's hot Another mother crying, another brother shot Or swallowed by the white dust, ghost in the concrete haze In these broken-down alleys, we just count the dying days See the towers shining, rich folk living high They ain't selling hope, man, they're selling us a lie The system's a dealer, with a badge and a gun Making sure the poor bleed 'til the last breath is spun. You killed my brother with your promises and poison skies! You built your empire on our tears and on our broken lives! Los Santos, yeah, you call it home, but it's a killing field! Every dead face is a truth that will never be concealed! Remember Kev, man? Had a jump shot like a dream But the bills kept piling, caught him in the desperate scheme Selling rocks on the corner, just to feed his little girl Now his name's on a mural, lost to this twisted world Then Maria, sweet soul, trying to outrun the pain Found her in the back room, drowned in the acid rain Another statistic, another file on the shelf While the mansions in the Hills just protect themselves. They talk about "choices." What choices we got? When the schools are failing and the corner's always hot? They flood the streets with poison, then they lock us in the cage This ain't no accident, this ain't no passing stage. This is by design. You killed my brother with your promises and poison skies! You built your empire on our tears and on our broken lives! Los Santos, yeah, you call it home, but it's a killing field! Every dead face is a truth that will never be concealed! This ain't just a song, this is a warning. From the concrete jungle, to your marble halls. We ain't forgetting. They died for your silence.