[Produced by Paris]

[Verse 1: T-K.A.S.H.]
Yo, another funeral, the usual, the shooter knew the shooter
And the dudes in the crew in which the shooter was recruited
Now the shooter dude's Buick is movin' up on the shooter dudes
Now you see the shootin' through the news
What if the dude shootin' would've got to the bottom
Of what made him shoot him before he shot him?
Got a proper solution to the problem
Instead of talk tough and drop 'em
Walk up and wop him, a strong enough option

[Verse 2: Paris]
Little wild ass brother comin' up in the west
From the streets where the heaters never given a rest
Role models pass the bottle, ain't no time for class
Gun play seem the only way to settle scraps
What we doin'? Let's get it together
Cause it don't make sense if we all can't make it better
Like the Crips and Bloods in nine deuce
P-Dog speaking on the truce, truth

[Verse 3: K.E.V.]
Or is it logic to be duckin' and dodgin'
Or take a precaution, try and wonder who's watchin'
Too much hate on ya brain is toxic
Mixed with the rock in ya pocket, it's a poisonous concoction
War's because of money, recruiters influence youth
Rumors turn into shootin's and shootin's become the truth
Facts is the belief that the stacks is written proof
And stacks is for better living but living is in the truce
[Chorus: T-K.A.S.H.]
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin'
Toss my strap for the bigger callin'
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone
Headstrong, my bread is long

[Verse 4: T-K.A.S.H.]
If the neighborhood say it's good
We can make the hood way good like the way it should
We can make good, on the lake good
People of the past promise to change the hood, 'cause the best know
If you play Suge, all you ever get is Death Row
I ain't finna check nothing I don't get a check for
We can bang tough, or we can put the thangs up
Change up, step our game up, rearrange stuff

[Verse 5: Mellinium]
Look at each turf like a partnership, try to get a part of this
Fightin' for a piece of cake when we can have all of it
Trigger's on the safety, now the talks has gotta make things
Simple so an eight year old can see the life of eighteen
Take it there, I can't dream, these gunshots is audible
Waken to enlightenment or die for something honorable
Raisin' up the dollar though he tryin' to put a dot on you like dominoes
We gotta live way past survival, yo
[Verse 6: Paris]
Never ask first, blast first, never understand
Why the strap burst, clap first, another brother dead
Time to step back a bit, gotta ask why
We all in the penitentiary and all dyin'?
No lyin' - we caught in the middle
But how we break up out our circumstances is the riddle
Little time left, crime left too many of us fallin'
But how many gonna hear the callin'?

[Chorus: T-K.A.S.H.]
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin'
Toss my strap for the bigger callin'
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone
Headstrong, my bread is long
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin'
Toss my strap for the bigger callin'
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone
Headstrong, my bread is long

[Interlude]
"This morning police are searching for suspects in an overnight shooting"
"A young man was, uh, gunned down in broad daylight. It happened right in front of a community center"
"Oakland remains one of the most dangerous cities in America"
"Two people are dead, and another injured, after an alleged stabbing and shooting in San Francisco’s Richmond district"
"Two teenage girls and a twenty-three year old man were killed. The suspect is described as African American, with shoulder-length dreadlocks. He’s 18 to 21 years old, 150 pounds, approximately 5 feet, 7 inches tall"
"We all walking around here, don’t even know when we gonna be a victim of a crime"
[Chorus: T-K.A.S.H.]
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin'
Toss my strap for the bigger callin'
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone
Headstrong, my bread is long
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin'
Toss my strap for the bigger callin'
(Truce Music)
I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone
Headstrong, my bread is long