Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Welcome to Real Life, Pt. 2

Welcome to real life
Where the clock don't stop
Cuz the body drops
And they call the cops
And detectives come
And they popping gum
See the moms in the streets
Crying for her son
Trying to prove he hard
Said he will not run
Took so many shots
NBA And 1'd
Now he laid out like
Pressed out ones
And the digits
Scratched off the gun

Welcome to real life

This the real that stay raw
This was the camel that dropped the straw
These are the tracks from off the 'Lac
That peeled away when shooting at
These young bucks with young dreams
With no rules and low jeans
Who pack gats and stay lean
Cuz they have no sense of self esteem
Can't buy hope by slinging things
Can't have focus while spliffing green
Can't give old spots them new scenes
But you can make change doing new things
Hot slugs rip through the torso
Shells lace streets like a warzone
And just in case you don't know
Then listen to me real slow

Welcome to real life
Out in them streets
They call it murder

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