[Intro: GoodFella (Sample)]
(All I want to say is that, They Don't Really Care About Us)
All I wanna say is that no one is going to give a fuck about us, no one’s going to give a fuck about you, but you..
Alright?

[Verse I]
With our blunted days cured our drunken nights
Through broken mics, you listened ‘fore my records saw the light
Often blazed, as you pictured life so amazed
“Hey! Maybe I can rhyme”
And in those days I saw a protégé
Someone I’d coach to play the game
With the words to slay the greats
Like Jay back in his Hay! Nine seis “Reasonable Doubt”
Without a reason to doubt I knew my criminal clout
Influenced you in your ways you were coming of age
A brother from another mother but your brother would say
How familiar we look, formed a familia that shook
And never overlooked the bets that we took
In five years, I don’t roll through in a coupe
Coupled with fame from the game slaying these troops
Then I’ll place half a grand in your hands
But understand
My true plan’s to get you out this devilish land
Enhance your future, eradicate plans to shoot ya!
Cause you know very well how trifling this life is

In TenNSixx, the violence throws you in cell
Or your last breath’s took
Fortify your grapefruit with numerous books
Stay far from .45’s shooting hoops in prison yards
Feed your hunger for money
Quench your thirst for knowledge
Hash, #TheyDntReallyCare about us
Ten-N-Sixx I promise
Where's your brother though?

[Verse 2]
On the brightest days and the darkest nights
“You going to spark it right?” Blew the silence’s brain
With the sharpest minds in my apartment blazed
Divided names, who was the greatest
I said Nas, and you said Jay!
(Album Noir!) Bang! Bang! Shot dead every going mad!
“Even if you love rap when you harness crimes
Your entire life through tyrant ways
Why waste an artist mind to enlight the dense?
Make sure the bitches bump it
Sho 'nuff! Real niggas’ll love it!
So wassup,  spark up a dub sack!
I got you the next time I spot you!” Fuck that

[Bridge]
(I'm tired of being a victim of hate)
Tired of being a victim?
We don't give a fuck about ourselves
I knew you as a youngster
At fourteen, both mean, plot schemes
Copped green for our sought dreams
You changed, man! It was not me!
Complacent? Knock me!
I beat the odds – Rocky!
(Yo, Adrian!)

[Verse III]
The problems of unemployment spread to education
Now even death can’t even save you from Sallie Mays amputations
And the better days I sought in May
Like the girl I was too shy to tell my name
Man, I never saw again
It’s masturbation, the way she sticks your hand down your drawers
Grips your balls for financial obligations
I bet y’all working full time through ya scholarship
Or twerking on the pole for them fucking dollar tips
Baby girl! It’s all for you doctorate
Middle finger to the world cause you got this shit!

[Outro]
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no
All I want to say is that: They Don't Really Care About Us

TenNSixx [Prod. MaxG.]

From the city of paradise and vice, King Midas, rose through the ranks in his glorious hometown of Miami, FL. 