I know the flow is a bit off for now
Will all be worked out for audio version


The street hands everyone a prophecy, kind of like an inherited trait/
Only the character of one determines how we accept this fate/
No one either admits it or understands it but at one time we've all cried/
In fear of the interpretation of what the streets have prophecized/

Case one of this enigma happens to a cat named C-Bo/
Well known on the block but always hated.. rep comparable to D-Bo's/
No conciense and lacking morals kid was only out to get his/
Quick to do anything to keep up his lifestyle even if it meant corrupting kids/
This is where the streets voiced its opinion "Keep things in perspective... just play you're part"/
Still got too big for his own good continued to force lil kids to get they drug-game start/
This move set up C-Bo for failure cat shoulda listened and kept a low-pro/
Instead one of his little proteges got knocked by the 5-0 and soon they was at C-Bo's door/
Now locked up on 3 felonies... not the life cat had envisioned/
His hindsight now produces clear vision... When the streets talked he shoulda listened/

The street hands everyone a prophecy, kind of like an inherited trait/
Only the character of one determines how we accept this fate/
No one either admits it or understands it but at one time we've all cried/
In fear of the interpretation of what the streets have prophecized/

Second case happens to a legend ... infamous cat known as L. Bohn/
Athletic gifts matched with intelligence in the the hood he held the throne/
Cat came up proper... stable home with a happy mother and father/
The game kept trying to lure him in but kid had to muich to lose so why bother/
Then adulthood hits... all the sudden things just dont come so easy/
Decides to take up the street's offer and started slangin and acting sleezy/
Streets then dropped some words of wisdom... "Dont let your telents go to waste"/
Too bad this warning fell on deaf ears the game had L Bohn from his first taste/
Broke and homeless now... Its becoming clear... Cant you see?/
Failure precedes you when you dont heed a street prophecy/

The street hands everyone a prophecy, kind of like an inherited trait/
Only the character of one determines how we accept this fate/
No one either admits it or understands it but at one time we've all cried/
In fear of the interpretation of what the streets have prophecized/

Watching fam end up in the gutter sparks a revelation in Chrit/
Gotta flip it and not ignore it when the streets drop some prophetic shit/
Ya'll know my past Chrit started thuggin then elevated/
Peeped the hardships of my crew and tried to learn from what they demonstrated/
Knew it was coming... street say "You existence behind bars will lead to fame"/
So Chrits twists that shit and decides to try his hand in the rap game/
Decided bars of words are more desirable than those of steel/
Still not sure of the outcome everyday fear is what I feel/
See fate is unavoidable... Either it leads to success or strife/
One can only wonder how a street prophecy effects one's life/

The street hands everyone a prophecy, kind of like an inherited trait/
Only the character of one determines how we accept this fate/
No one either admits it or understands it but at one time we've all cried/
In fear of the interpretation of what the streets have prophecized/

The street hands everyone a prophecy, kind of like an inherited trait/
Only the character of one determines how we accept this fate/
No one either admits it or understands it but at one time we've all cried/
In fear of the interpretation of what the streets have prophecized/