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