Get Outlined - Black Thought, Salaam Remi

Uh, LA, uh huh, Chi Town, Philadelphia, PA

Hey now, uh, LA, yeah, Chi Town, Philadelphia, PA

Listen, pick any city, the South side, the outside

It isn’t pretty, the tots cryin' and shots fired

Protection there be the lopsided, cop kind

You see the scene of a crime like every stop sign

My section of twenty-one pound is downtown

They walkin' 'round wit' the guns out, it’s wild how

The youngings dumb proud, followin' the crowd now

Leading the blind with they minds up in the Soundcloud

Ain’t a lotta sunshine when you on a frontline

Listenin' to that ghetto drumline, duckin' one-time

Thinkin' how the Devil doesn’t tire, even sometimes

Wonderin' how the fuck could one’s rhyme be this unkind

Everybody cold to me, seeming through this bullshit

The only thing that sold to me bein' told, we should hold on

Gettin' old to me I’m about to buckle

'Cause holdin' tight got my hands fully white-knuckled

And to be honest, tomorrow is not promised

Whether you on the streets of Chicago or Botswana

You gotta be rock solid, not to be outsmarted

The rise from rock-bottom to one of the top scholars

I never ask what’s the secret of success

With a target on your back and a scarlet on your chest

Listen, just get it, not a minute to rest

This is not a test, settle for the best, nothin' less, dig it

Pick any city, the South side, the drought side

Where E-M-S has arrived, well, it’s about time

People who just get they tops fried get outlined

Minutes and seconds go clockwise but not mine

Where I’m from it’s a war scene

Where more fiends scream for Morphines, Zoloft and Thorazine

We don’t subscribe to the grand scheme

The plans seems to be keepin' us all sick, sellin' them vaccines

Ain’t a lot of fun time when your only son dyin'

And the world’s comin' untied from the inside

That’s between affection and depression, it’s a thin line

Stress and pressure here is multiplied ten times

Everything is blurred to me, lessons deferred for me

Fam said it’s been a long term since they heard from me

My lil' homie never made it out of surgery

Sometimes I feel like South Philly tryna murder me

First, everybody’s upset 'cause you died

They like, «Wait a minute, man

I ain’t the ones who’s dead, he’s the one that’s brown bread»

Hah, so in comes the second lie, ya dig?