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The saga begins

I'm a reflection of the drama within

the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared

the first time you get locked up who really cares?

I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards

sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale

at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?

or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well

my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove

not gun shots, we're immune to those

some of my friends first bids are two to fours

others are on the run with huge rewards

Mothers watch Son's walk through the door

for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue

life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat

rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets

 

Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live

sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives

her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is

now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent

I paint a picture vividly

as if Picasso's spirit entered me

starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep

I'm sick of hearin' eulogies

I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins

yet his seek keeps bloomin'

uneffected by police intrusions

or street illusions we were consumed wit'

I've even grown away from people I grew wit'

I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit

my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless

we ain't built the same so mind games are useless

times change, like the climate I change

check the forecast, I reign

 

Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for

those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all

I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars

then once free you realize you're mentally scarred

if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities

prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise

you've been conquered

blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box

Son, I sit inside my residence

and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every

ghetto like graffiti and crack sales

and cabs that won't stop for Black Males

undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares

Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here

you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here

MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here

like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair

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uneffected by police intrusions

or street illusions we were consumed wit'

I've even grown away from people I grew wit'

I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit

my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless

we ain't built the same so mind games are useless

times change, like the climate I change

check the forecast, I reign

 

PHOR CMK

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