Send Us Home

Listen, how they think they can send us home. When most dargs they done know their hearts are alone We shone through brighter than cold gemstones Broken homes, abodes, grown shivers running through bones. Wishing well to poor fellas with creepy undertones.  Out on loan, the big man had to come down from his throne. Tuesday nights on the phone to those wanting us blessed. From the South East all the way to North and the West. Mentally on it, enemies tried to press. But when you destress, against the foes you tried and tested. Will never be bested, by any mean man, smith or wesson. On streets, the badman left all second guessing. You ever done a double take to see who messing? Full knowing you weren't on no pressing. Cah you ain’t built like that to catch man lacking. Ain’t here to send a young man packing.  Or a young boy tracking, you ain’t active it’s calm. You know you don’t hold firearms. No shank in the scarves, pep in the step. Don’t fret. You’ll get home safe’s the safest bet.  Forget the net and focus on getting out the hunter’s net. Certain man forget the boss wanted his knee on necks. They took that disrespect on the chin, cashed it in with no regrets When you lock in, you subject to stress. Brought up on the Met sirens all for chinese meals and death Brothers and sisters uninvolved, looking back and checking. I’m from the days of road sets, posting up on ends I knew less. Just a young lad with couple friends. They can’t send us home for that reason, Our environments we be beefing, Generational curses bursting through the seams in deeper meanings. Pop out the cut, attacking men with real malice Ride the bus to take you out your tax bracket It’s peak you know you don’t belong, in hostile waters. Thinking of leaving, you know you should, probably ought’a How can they send us home, their own home is toxic. They hearts are alone, just left shadowboxing Walls, floors ceilings mirrors for lack of oxygen. Asking weak foundations asking asking what they want from them. Plaster setting tasks and then you know the pressure’s got to them. Disaster has you asking fast about where you was from again.