Shadows Prey on Youngins on the corner, it's systemic,

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Shadows Prey on Youngins on the corner, it's systemic, A predatory cycle that's becoming an epidemic. The dark streets waiting just to swallow 'em whole, Trading plastic bags for a juvenile's soul. They look for the vulnerable, the ones without a guide, Pull 'em off the porch, stick a weapon to their side. The neighborhood's a trap and the monsters gotta feed, Exploiting every trauma and capitalizing on need. (Chorus) S-P-Y, man, its an acronym that makes the block tick, A three-letter code making the environment sick. From the cradle to the casket, the definition clears, Shadows Prey on Youngins, and the... Streets Promise Years. (Verse 2) Yeah, Streets Promise Years up in a maximum cell, An institutionalized story that the lifers know well. They promise you the gold but they deliver the iron, Walking through the courtyard, stepping past the siren. A twenty-to-life sentence just for guarding the turf, Trading away your freedom for whatever it's worth. The pavement takes its tax, every block demands a toll, Sucking out the youth until it hollows the soul. (Chorus) S-P-Y, man, it’s written on the brick, A three-letter code making the environment sick. From the cradle to the casket, the definition clears, Streets Promise Years, but the... Silencers Protect You. (Verse 3) Silencers Protect You when the metal has to speak, No audio footprint for the vultures and the weak. Keep the muzzle flash quiet when the business gets cold, Another dark secret that will never be told. No echo in the night, just a click and a pop, Before the body hits the gravel and the heartbeats stop. It's the mechanics of survival when you're playing for keeps, The only way to guarantee the neighborhood sleeps. (Chorus) S-P-Y, man, it’s written on the brick, A three-letter code making the environment sick. From the cradle to the casket, the definition clears, Silencers Protect You, cause... Scarred People Yield. (Verse 4) Scarred People Yield to the pressure of the blade, Bent under the weight of every error they made. Trauma in the bloodstream, tissue torn apart, Carrying the structural defects in the heart. They submit to the system or they break from the stress, Playing out a violent game of underground chess. When the armor cracks open, then the weakness will show, And the ones who've been broken are the first ones to go. (Chorus) S-P-Y, man, it’s written on the brick, A three-letter code making the environment sick. From the cradle to the casket, the definition clears, Scarred People Yield, leaving... Some Pray Yearly. (Verse 5) Some Pray Yearly, but some pray daily, Watching the block spin out of control crazy. Hustlers on the corner lookin' up at the sky, Asking for forgiveness while the bullets fly. Some only scream to God when the handcuffs click, Some need a nightly blessing just to run their trick. But the pavement doesn't care about a sinner's plea, It just tracks the bodies and the misery.

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dopey_opi

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27 days ago

Al-Mahatma Gandhi Am!

8 days ago

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