Momma
son i don’t hate the fact that you breathing
i hate the way that you living,
cuz these streets is unforgiving,
mommy i understand your traditions,
and my father’s own predictions,
but i can’t escape these streets is a prison,
let me put you in my position,
Picture waking up tough,
life aint even rough,
money problems is enough,
rumbles you always down for a scruff,
but then the weed and liquor stop picking you up,
see your own boy sticking you up,
you fucked and he living it up,
and that wasn’t the last straw,
that was only the begging of this ride and there wasn’t no back doors,
im just giving it to you raw,
this young man lost everything from his money to his girl,
now he walks out his door standing tall against the world,
he don’t know who to trust but his fight game thorough,
so he swings and ducks every blow from his corner,
watches his back cuz they looking for donors,
so he stays quiet now,
yeah his friends still around,
but they think he lying back up face down,
in their eyes he’s turn to clown,
but they cant see he’s getting off the ground,
and when you wake up you make no sounds,
so they keep playing around,
now this same young gunner,
got caught up in the summer,
started feeling heat from sparks and i aint talking about Bubbah,
then the narks strike with no reference to thunder,
now his people starting to wonder,
will he fold under pressure,
damn they should’ve kept up,
but he still go the same make up,
of a soldier never let up,
keeping his head up,
and he stays like that walking in with his head up,
then he thinks one night to himself,
a single way to acquire some wealth,
all he needed was 2 people to help,
and he found to people close to himself,
pri and po skee got acquired in stealth,
they never new they was chosen,
or the rap was folding,
all they saw was a niggaz they knew and kept holding,
they forgot how he was or they was never knowing,
when they alone they see his gansta showing,
now the only problem they don’t know his will is growing,
or that he still be flowing,
all they know is that light in em just keeps on growing,
now his other man raw seemed to stop showing,
but raw was thinking the same as him about things important,
their love for their homies never shorten,
now the young man wonders what happens when they see the real him,
he’s got his mind right and his emotion is building,
and inside he’s down for a killing,
the long wait is peeling,
hes getting his self back togeather and its thrilling,
mommy this boy is me and my story is chilling,



i was just battling demons

This Was Long As Hell But It Was Iight...U Had A Nice Flow..Keep It Up

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