Verse 1 Enter the gutter, where the shields are suited in armor Kevlar vest on pigs where the rudest are honored Foul thoughts are harbored and they sail through the air Strong arming the atmosphere with the smell of despair Up north, gays be blowing whistles at their festivals Out west, felons be tucking pistols by their testicles In less than thirty seconds you cop in dirty vestibules Get your brains fried like oily vegetables There cant be nothing worse than these cops Who curse and they stop you when you riding luxury drops I know Gods plans concealed from eyes of man I just wanna know what lies in my hand Meanwhile Im bobbing through these streets, tap dancing around strays Baby momma, hellish days, easier just to pay I feel Im shackled to hurt til I tackle the dirt Feeling more alone than a Black bastard at birth, Cmon Chorus 2x Record the scenes when I walk on the streets Then tweak it when I talk on the beats, we just a small piece Of this mighty universe, but we all seem to struggle against it Trying to make things fit when Harmony happens when destinys fulfilled Absorbing the water whenever wisdom is spilled Walking the right path even if its uphill And never give up Never ever ever ever give up Verse 2 It seems like only yesterday I was riding bikes Popping wheelies, lips sticky from Italian ice Ghetto child in the city where the winds strong And men roam with their alligator skins on I see my guys sitting deep on the bench, my teeth clench At times its hard to breath in the trench Staring at Black faces through clouds of smoke Medallion ropes replaced with names around they throats Written in cursive lettering Inscribing names of their children dark enough to contrast the melanin Some reproduce to escape death So I birth seeds through verbal intercourse like Rae the Chef Lifes decisions got me stuck like a bayonet Search the Bible for similarities to my daily tests I use to scream in the midnight hours Now I dream, realizing that the sunlights ours Ima claim it Chorus 2x
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