A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
My Block!!
No organism dare walk on my block
No bird dare fly on top
Only the people from the other side that wanna pop
We don’t even allow the cops
Music playing from down the block
So all we do is throw rocks
But if they throw they back
We always ready to attack
The cops come to break it apart
Before we even start
Police brutality they always on the block
How you put your hands up and still get shot
That’s not all we got
Daisy and sunflowers I ain’t gonna stop
Just in case they wanna pop