The price and who gone pay the night or broad day the life you have vs is life having its way, tell me bout them 24 you have ,3Xs Where U stay? Wasn’t the plan, 40 hours, less then a grand,ballin or mic stand,Jackson or Jordan,in your teens or before then, circumstances you born in,did lucky go happy,the park, some khakis, the street lights, 70s and the melodies,fore the drugs and felonies, pop held his title, finish them carrots and that celery, huh, you dreamed celebrity all the fame and money had to be Heavenly, pizza joint on the ave aint even charge for the extra cheese, moms,thank and please,Or, you ain’t getting a thing, did that double look at you nigga, you ain’t saying a thing, alternate houses on rainy days, me and John both had hoops,called it home and away, why she keep asking bout tomorrow, she at the crib today, what was I, FINN to say,Air Forces only, hadn’t invented Jays, they wasn’t far away,pops maybe drank a lot, went to sleep in the oddest ways, thank god he made it to the driveway, that brown water made him beat Mommy, don’t wake him let em sleep, issue were handled so discreet,wasn’t a block, lived on a street, you threw ya hands up and fought,if it was beef, wasn’t for a weapon if you reached, it was to help ya nigga up, to his feet, wasn’t no gun action or flag’n,law enforcement harassment, internet or reactions, vials to put the crack in,ya crush was so attractive,ya parents controlled the ya lashes,not beauty salon attachments,factory assembled watch the enhancements, seems like the same shit that sunk the titanic, sunk everything past it,that structure was gone after the crack hit, I wanna answer when I ask it, Now its money power,a thousand took 40 hours, 4 niggas got 4 times that in 4 hours, Pop got devoured,I heard once you blast off FOREVER you chase what you shouldn’t done in the first place, MOMS she the general now, held it down, access to both crowns, my sister was right there,my brothers hardly around, whole entire block upside down, it’s no longer a street, them blocks got niccahs holdin the heat,a dollar bill,a turn nothing to something,a disagreement to dumping,without it they can’t function, without it, there’s no consumption,same toilet different flushing, he bout raise it bar or two you can’t touch em, everything that was good about my hood GONE niggas like fuck it, Wet’n shit, like a water main erupted, Mud nothing but love,the proceeds over them drugs,the process of giving up,the planners watched it destruct, mom went nuts, pops just went up, unless it was vice versa,costed us a lot like, February commercials, pops wasn’t built to nurture, the roll reversal, no one would hurt you, but this organized genocide we emerged through, I’m asking who ? Missing 1,was mission 1,now emotions and feelings they missing them, it’s like no one anticipated it when that shit was done, now they cocking blowing(pause)taking whatever, high point, smith & wesson, in ya face the Barretta,now it’s spread to your neck of woods,sweats with the hood,testing the goods,as he should, hope it as difficult to kick, like that section that I’m from, something that’s so beautiful turned numb, a son of a fiend PICKED UP A GUN, 30 milligrams of anything,a turn his rage on everything, now can I sing , excuse me my nigga PUSHIN ahead of THEM !