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Topic: Robbing A House
-[Treading On Thin Ice]-
Looking back I, remember a house on twenty fifth..
It was a crack joint, owner ran things & kept a bitch..
Joe Morris was the name, he played games to make a gain..
Anxiety’s blamed, though he remains a known name..
The home slang was crazy, involved in gang banging..
Their hanging on no hope, known for dope slanging..
I hope they don’t give in, Joe had two kids..
And every scrap of money he makes considered his..
Not a bad life to live, feeling wealthy in content..
But that was before Joe got a pipe & took a hit..
He pulled quick, addicted to the noise of the crackle..
His head was in a daze, for days it was a battle..
Rattling his hopes and dreams with taking dope..
His family watched as his head would soon explode..
One night he took an OD, Joes now past tense..
Another victim pronounced dead, round about 12:10..
That’s life for ya, so fragile before its gone..
When all decency in his mind constantly stands torn..
So as were leaving the scene, & this family’s flogged..
No one broke in, but its evident their house had been robbed..
-[Problematic Solutions]-
Diamond rings & things, only meant for spotlight..
Think about it, fames a measure of what you got right?
This is not hype, I’m just trying to understand this shit..
Life is crazy its true, whoever planned its sick..
An outstanding prick, standing in front of hopes door..
Blocking the average person, out of being so poor..
No more lies, look at Joe’s story & handle that..
Dismantle facts, think outside the square of your battle raps..
The same maps you see on TV stereotypes..
Happen everywhere, even on cold December nights..
I’m right, & I cant find a better way to put it..
The wetter the weather, the better we understood it..
Cause hardships is something that people relate to..
If they hate you, they probably don’t got a great view..
I’ve made two, horrible mistakes in this life..
Its shit right, but every little bit on this night..
Adds up, until we just take it like a bitch..
Knocking hard on our doors were just whores of the rich..
I morbidly twitch, my handguns what I’m about..
I love to see somebody try to rob my house..
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