Blood stained clothes of the tragic
hit the laundry basket
maneuvered with shooters
was too scared to get blasted
so I kept the blunts lit
with zippos and match sticks
a rose in concrete, penning classics
product of my environment
dodging entitlement, how survival fits
elders telling me that heaven exists
but no invite sent, spite death
alcohol spiked breath
who knows how many nights
of insight I got left
in my room smiting enemies
from where God rests
ah yes, the duality of man
makes me heartless
friends ducking charges
no food in my stomach, fuckin’ hardships
CPD moving targets
GD’s and Vice Lords spark clips
meanwhile my arts slick
realm of a troubled youth
rocking a bubble goose
bangin the Wu-Tang W
trying to feed my soul
with some comfort food
Comfort food
Food for the soul
When your thoughts have no home
Where do you go
When the house of god leaves you alone
leaves you alone
leaves you alone
leaves you alone
As I cross the 40 threshold
packing nothing but mental and metal
turning flesh cold
rocking fresh gold
flexin’ pressed jeans and beaters
pouring out drinks
for homies in the ether
3 finger ringers were the best teachers
down to the pimps and street preachers
rocking jeri curls and half moon ceaser’s
class clown was my best feature
getting noticed by girlies in the bleachers
cuz my fits got cleaner and neater
nothing like a fresh pair of sneakers
dodging coffin feeders
taking knowledge from leaders
getting money from tweakers
cracking parking meters for game
getting paid was the aim
winds of change came
started to bang to maintain
hold your breath
hat broke to the left, taunting death
moved in silence
while others were talking mess
feeling pressed
failing tests, getting pinched
hearing the county bars clinch