D Evils Part II

His Entrance

Coming up often meant running up on the more fortunate
Acting a fool with my boys and them; out bumping that noise again
The soft-hearted, Yeah we’d toy with them, whenever we wanted
You came on the wrong side of the tracks and won’t leave with what you flautin’
The brutality of those times is real & hauntin’ Surprised I made it up out the gauntlet
Without emerging as a man wanted
This is my testament to those who remained in the game undaunted
By the harsh realities; The empty stomachs and empty wallets

Her Entrance

Undaughted… No
When the shades draw low, like a Picasso, and the colors get vivid
That’s when I know, show down, draw quick, the two faced are livid
And if you ain’t lived it, it’s kinda hard to explain –
What you know about ducking bullets with soul switching your game?
Widowed at 17… held him in my arms and whispered to his last breathe
Keep your eyes open – but him? He still chose death
Caught the tounges that night: Snake, Rat, Gun (is all I could say)
I know exactly who put the hit, did the shit, hid the bit… AND I watched em run
He watch me to this day – hey – what it is?
Through my miz I think… It ain’t never over…


His Training

I had a daughter while my homies were in the streets getting slaughtered
Not thinking once of honor like a real man ought’a
I slowed down after I fathered the shining diamond that glistens in my eyes
My niggas were dreaming of Cars and keys of coke it’s no surprise
This couldn’t surmise any thoughts of maturity; wouldn’t listen to the wise
The only fantasies they beheld were more stacks of money and a bigger supply
To feed the demand if the opportunity should arise
Though once my brothers and kin, these were no longer my type of guys

Her Training

Corporate life is where I learned half my street game
Internationally incorporated by the time he caught fame
In the end, I hear my enemy begging me for mercy –
So deep in sin, I’ll bow my head, smile, and say Merci’
Keeping score by the ends I used to pretends – but it was not
Just rebuilding the fire, adding the fuel from the starving with rights I forgot
I refuse to settle for guilding, I suffered too damn long
My desire is snatching his building, Then again, maybe I’m wrong…
I never forseen him rocking my ass to sleep, guess I was just in way too deep
So I pray before I strike…

His Learning

I didn’t have time for prayer, or a second to ask my god why?
Why did the innocence we once knew have to up and die?
I just stuck to my guns and raised the seed I had planted
All the while knowing it was the devil that my niggas danced wit
Their foolhardy ambitions and their greed running rampant
Not realizing society would put them down like a dog gone rampant
And we no longer speak I broke the pact which I had stamped wit
The blood of enemies; Crimes which will ensure its hell I’m granted
I sometimes sit back and reminisce of the dudes I used to amp wit
smoke and dance wit, the baddest bitches before us shakin’ voluptuous asses
But those “good” times are over and my badge of street honor is all but cashed in
Our bond has vanished; we are all on different fronts just trying to manage

Her Learning

9-5 is where I learned it but in the trenches is where it’s kept me alive…
How can I forsake the only thing to ever give me that will to fight and survive?
Maybe I’d think differently if my only conception wasn’t taken from inception
Left with visions of black blood from yet another murder scene,
Once again stolen before it was ever even seen…. It left me insane….
Drowning in a mystic river but I can’t forgive her, and I’ve got nothing left to lose
Dormancy a slow aching death so now I choose
Silence is a virtue, you must ensue, and all my respect will come when my time is due
And still my ONLY advice cause believe me son… it ain’t nothing nice
... Keep your eyes open

Against D’Evils


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