Look at him walking down the street dead asleep
Wanting to be like me – Master P
Who lives life miraculously
Controlling what is down on the streets

He thinks he knows what it “be’s” like to be me
Until he hears the shots and sirens that should shock him into reality
No more meat on the table ‘cause he could not see
No breath of life left  ‘cause he believed in – “Master  P”