(Lil C)
Prayin to god behavin my pride while facin the odds...
As the world turns searchin for guiding lights in these days of our lives..
And All My Children, brothers and sisters keep stayin alive...
Cause times continue to fuckin ruffin like its david inside....
Poverty's real from sleepin in cardboard boxes and group homes...
While your worries are if your car doors locked and news on...
We speak the struggle by ear like loops in instrumentals...
Words vivid on the page but confused by pens and pencils...
This for my niggas locked up for robin hoods from merry men...
Puttin food on tables wit shoppin goods from dairy bins...
Forgive me for my sins I knock on wood but its very thin...
Feelin like I'm in a box or a hood to get buried in..
I'm from a place where my sunny days become dark nights...
The Hard life like twenty four seven days of bar fights...
My alarm clocks consisted of gun shots....
You glamorize what I see thru project windows but thats where the fun stops...

(WillNova)

Time keeps going like an energizer alkaline//
The streets never sleep, these bois stay ‘bout their grind//
Life is a gamble u can bet we robb the house this time//
Stick up kids turned bookies, the way they can count on nines//
Theirs only one route to dine, callin this home is Inadequate//
U’ll get cleaned like a laxative, the hood is our habitat//
Shorties hold the plastic gats, oldschoolers got the blade//
Lil gurls got more seeds than Jamaicans sellin reg//
To get paid demote joy and invoke noise while we tote toys//
Only time u see whites when they lookin fo the dope boi//
Unemployed, laid off, unsteady jobs is the fuel fo thieves//
niggas get left wit more holes in them than African jewelry//
accidents hurried, incidents buried, cops don’t show up//
homeless children cryin in the streets until they grown up//
brought up ignorant in slums smoke emerge in my lungs//
concerned wit the Son, askin when the change gon’ come//

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Lyrical Rapsody