Into a box, where your son don't even know his popsĪnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking copsĭucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you They just pull up on your street, let the heat achooĪnd if a real nigga hungry, he gon' eat your food That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you That confirmed the shit I learned in the streets was true
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Niggas don't know how to act in a drought Was it the young niggas, blasting frustrated Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout? It's several ways I could've went out, too many to count The one that set examples that was never set for me I told her "Nina", the prettiest name that I could think ofįor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen, I was nineteenĪnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be 'Round the same time is when you came in this world Picked up the family business by the age of thirteen Maintaining a time sheet, that slow money Older niggas I loved talked like they was above So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging My Pops shot up-drug-related-mama addicted Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years Now I see death around the corner, 'pologizing in advanceĭon't know if I ever had a chance, at a glance, I'm a failureīut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too He got me praying that the spiritual is real Not even sure if I believe in God but because you still alive Means that I'm no longer with you in the physical You probably grown now so this song'll hit you (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet I try to find employment even if it's wiping toiletsīut these felonies be making life the hardest This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic To see this is like the farthest thing from heaven That's what you call it, ain't got to be no psychic Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless I might be low for the moment but I will bounce backĭespite the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet Plus it's hot now, the cops outside, it's hard to flip a packĪnd my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me 'Cause young niggas is hardheaded, they letting offįull of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can causeĪin't no coming back, family dressed in black It seems my dreams faded for far too longĬan't visualize myself as nothing but a criminalĬontrol the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal
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