My Role Model
My role model was a ex-felon, box cutter grippin
he use to wear gold, n set the tone, for my beginnin
laces drippin, the only 1 that ever told me, get up on the screen
like 'you heard me wordie', my nigga P.R.
we was like cousins, from the 5 stars
35$ cents for the hashbrown, memba that spot?
the only nigga 2 have my back when the block was hot
old cds, B.I.G., Big Pun, jus crush alot
WuTang, trey bags in da summertime
Halloween screams, my 1st pair of timbs, yellow cheese
but what chu aint know, them timbalands from Bville
I didnt understand til later but I knew, he real
did 2 years in sing sing, grimy, female
set em up, by 50 bloods, n every1 gave em a punch
one by one they kept pickin em up
he survived, n when he seen that dime
he threw her down a flight of stairs, Riker's Island had his name in line
n it wasnt fair, so amazing, story should be famous
the whole time, the 1 he thought was ride or die
her brother was a dog, from LA to New York
tattoos almost had em to the floor, he talked about wars
50 bloods, 50 crips on saratoga, shit was on
weapons were involved, then we spoke about God, n how we could evolve
told me that the pain, symbolize the rain
and after every dark storm, there's a brighter day ..
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