Reality

Let me start at the block Where we always check the clock If you die it’s not a shock We so broke we played with rocks Come at the door and hear knock knock knock People don’t fight they always tryna talk If you smack to much you might get shot Then we have to take you to the doc I love my family and my home I’m lucky that I have enough chromosomes We not weak, we all made of bones And we all born in different hood zones I remember all our memories I wish it would go on for centuries Me and you have too much enemies I guess that all part of our legacies