[Melodic flute solo Intro] Yeah… Chi-Town, New York, D.C., L.A. They don’t wanna heal us, they just wanna bill us. Listen… [Verse 1] Another candle on the block, another name on the wall, Politicians act concerned but they profit off it all. Every homicide statistic make the budget inflate, They don’t fund prevention, they just locking the gate. Federal dollars drop heavy when the crime rate rise, So why they really gon’ solve it when it’s feeding they ties? They building prisons like schools, man, the cycle designed, Keep the hood in survival, never letting us climb. [Hook] They don’t want peace, they want profit off the pain, Keep the sirens ringing, keep the blood in the rain. Chicago to New York, L.A. to D.C., It’s a billion-dollar business, and the product is me. [Verse 2] See the hustle in the hustle, it’s a system of greed, Crime a commodity, they supply what we need. But the cure ain’t on the corner, it’s in policy shift, Yet the leaders turn they back ‘cause the funding too thick. Think about it—less crime mean less checks, So they patrol us heavy, never fixing the stress. From the wiretaps in Harlem to the gang zones in Watts, They cashing out on pain while the bodies still drop. [Hook] They don’t want peace, they want profit off the pain, Keep the sirens ringing, keep the blood in the rain. Chicago to New York, L.A. to D.C., It’s a billion-dollar business, and the product is me. [Bridge] They sell hope in a speech, but despair in the streets, Keep the pressure on the poor, while they pockets obese. If crime disappear, so the money do too, So tell me—why the hell would they invest in the truth? [Verse 3] Nip said it’s a marathon, Pac said keep your head, But it’s hard to see a future when the system want you dead. Private prisons in they pockets, corporations invest, So they banking on the chaos, not the peace we request. But I’m here for the youth, plant seeds in they mind, Teach ‘em how to build wealth, leave that poverty behind. Expose the corruption, let the people all see, Crime ain’t just crime—it’s economy. [Hook / Melodic Flute solo Outro] They don’t want peace, they want profit off the pain, Keep the sirens ringing, keep the blood in the rain. Chicago to New York, L.A. to D.C., It’s a billion-dollar business, and the product is me. Yeah… Crime is the hustle, government the dealer, But knowledge is the weapon that’ll make us all freer.
