Hustling all day and night, glocks with loaded clips n sights
crips will fight, but we hold rags like the homeless do
home’s a zoo, where gorillas aren’t animals doing what they’re told to do
beasts of the streets that claim territory, live till we’re barely forty
never get caught with them bags cause the little homies carry for me
hail the glory or growing up poor, survive in chaos and uproar
where shopping is life or death, grocery aisles are like gun stores
and what for?
Cause we were deprived of being a team, or living the dream
Waiting to be nurtured with worth self esteem yet given the cream
No fathers taught us to ride bikes, check books are non existent
Why learn to read and write when grammar is a prison sentence
Kids demented, going to school was viewed as torture to many
Where death in streets and hoodies were norms, we’re born to be Kenny
Sworn in by many, the un-written code of the innocent militants
Only architecture we’re involved in are moving blocks like little kids
Instead of catching foul balls it was court cases and syphilis
From the sicknesses of breathing in mold, the projects hidden curses
we understood a woman’s worth from what we stole from their purses
blaming us is the easiest task when you’ve never had eat from trash
next time you see a banger on the set, know he’s a product of anothers past
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