Unfaithful (The Promise v2)
My words over Foxy’s
NonCentz over Havox
A decade later…
(Foxy)
5:43pm, there was a knock at the door
Recognized the tag cause I seen it before
He said “take this, we out” don’t got to do this shit no more
But I felt it, he was undercover, and visibly shaking
Do I do or die or not cuz I didn’t realize it was all for the taking
Played my old position… still knew a spot or two
When my vibe got hot, I threw it in a common hallway
(which I hardly ever feel the need to do)
Something still didn’t feel right, and I knew it was more than just the buzz
He’s a rock and the tremble I saw just wasn’t quite right with how he does
Bugging in my mind, contemplating the play
Retracing every word to me that he say
Reality struck of how the situation be
I just didn’t realize at the time -- for them he’d trade me
Guess he still playing 21, guess what hun, I’m no longer playing dumb
You may have raised me, but my code on these streets forever be --- redrum
And you can’t change what’s imbedded
But your team, I never had to sweated
Vetted – now I’m jaded memories of us back then just faded
I peeped out the window to the front and I saw them taking position
Pulling down the skully to ski masks, I thought then… Big homies on a mission
But no, it was Papa C, wanted to scream Papi this is me
Mami with the slanted eyes… guess too cute then no longer was disguise
So burn… you will learn your strength was me
(Havoc)
5:20pm I’m going in, to the only other person I trust,
She my ride or die quick as I to get the nine and bust.
Odd timing but as I’m running to her door a sound started to chime,
Don’t know who it was but all I could here is this rhyme in the back of my mind.
It’s like my life flashing from forward to rewind.
“Pachino life….carlito type, street raised earned my king stripes,
Selling dreams to fiends and pipe,
2 for 5 on Baldwin Ave below street lights
Mafioso for pesos, about my queso, Armani deck gear plus custom eckos
Ride or die let the tech blow if the boss says so, cash drop and yayo,
Thug life!!!!
But back home the wifey type made my horns to halos
Proposition… final job up the cash flow, welcome to the big show,
But betrayals like batista and castro.”
I needs this cash tho, besides she got a new papitulo, didn’t know she knew tho
HOOK
(Foxy)
So I scaled w/ my back to the wall - down to my right,
Behind the dumpster I saw another adjust
And for all the work I put in, they bust-ed,
How they came calling for me that night
Looked out the back and my white eyes in the trees were staring back at me
That’s when I knew the only one really getting out was he (NOT ME)
Hit him on the cell and told him what I saw, his answer
“Stop tripping and don’t call me back no more”
I lit a candle… praying for the vandal – yet didn’t realize the vandal be he
Guess he got too hot handle, even for Z
Down my window I looked the robospider in the eye
Left with a decision get robbed, go to jail, or die
Mother fuck that and mother fucker fuck you --- I thought as I spy
I saw the fords angle in on the street corner
Any second now, they’ll be given the order
So I pretended that I didn’t see,
As I calmly started my washer to prepare to do the laundry
Heard the creek of the back stair from which upon the bully I fell
Along with the dit dit of the Nextel
Told me they were ready to move so I prepared to remove
I grabbed one ball out and dumped the rest, I was vexed!
I wasn’t even yours to test…
Called him back to let him know shit got real and I was under attack
All he did was cry, but not for me, only for the K’s up in the lunch sack
To be continued…