alright I'll bump this up plus I'll leave you with a three verse song... peep the real **** right here. Everything is the truth. It also kind of explains my long absences from this site... I got to hustle and **** lol
In My Building...
I sit back and peep the eviction notice,
My lips smack on rolled weed, I lit some roaches,
No whips, stacks, or rolling in jeeps with clips, I’m homeless,
Bit my fat lip, knowing I need sleep and a home of bliss,
Three murdered in my building, police here all week,
They observe us and the children, no peace, I got to sneak,
Aint heard they shriek but they ask us different questions,
Word on the street, they got passed from a Smith and Wesson,
Peeped my mom being interviewed on the evening news,
But she didn’t know about the sin and feud of the thieving fools,
Too busy with gin and juice, now leaving church pews cold,
The indo fumes had them cheating curfew for hold,
They got shot on the first floor over sex and women,
Now on the block, the hearse door opens cause of latex sinning,
But the world don’t care about the capping in my building,
As herb fills the air, what’ll happen to the children?
I pack my few bags and wrap my doo rag,
Grab my slew of cash stacked in my shoe, it pads,
My mad steps like I walk around strung above papers,
No half steps, I toss down the blunt, I don’t love vapors,
My lungs avoid the temptation, don’t need hemp hazing,
Young boys attempt fading, weed sent them blazing,
Instead I sleep, scheming on a mattress on the floor,
Or not in bed, I’m deep dreaming at this locked door,
Cause my mom kicked me out, she sick in the head,
I could hit the bricks and shout, take it from the hip to the head,
But I’m a take a trip instead, don’t need to lay dead,
I regret I made her lip bled, now weed let’s me stay fed,
I aint need roaches on glue traps but now I sleep much worse,
I try not to load this and blow gats, but I was beat since birth,
Alone, I try to make chedder with scripts and bootlegs,
I’m due bread and better but I’ll trip if I shoot legs.
I’m staying in the building, my heart is a part of the block,
Peep playing children in the parking lot,
Watch out for the cars, so they switch to the hallway,
Got out but beware, they itch to be rich, they fall this way,
Hear the cry of a child’s lungs cause he not eating,
Tears til I die, was wild and younger being beaten,
I stare, heard them, they heard me, neighbours in the building,
A pair of basterds akin, words stay slurred cause we grinning,
Can’t help it, my lips is swollen, pounds got over and found their mark,
Lack souls in their heart, sounds blocked when Hova’s songs downstairs start,
They ignore the pain, drink bud and smoke, bent in the stairway,
Store the rain but sink in the flood, it aint fair this way,
Wearing white tees and rags on their nappy domes,
Not caring it’s only whities relaxing in happy homes,
Fight for stacks and panic, living trife and sinning,
Whites, blacks, and hispanics, living life in my building.
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