product of the environment
Yeah. Analyze the architecture of the environment. Westside, Duval. 904 matrix. Where high-level cognition meets the asphalt. We talkin' Growth and Development amidst the decay. Listen close. (Verse 1) From the concrete grid of the 103rd matrix, We study survival methods, dodging the basic state scripts. Westside anatomy, gravity pulling the youth down, Where the sirens and the crickets compose the truth town. I was baptized in the shadows of the pine trees and asphalt, Learning the geometry of corners, it’s a cash fault. Adopted by the structure, the six-point alignment, Seeking Growth and Development within a cold confinement. We elevate the vocabulary while we navigate the trenches, Sifting through the systemic propaganda written on the benches. They see a gang banger, I see a product of containment, A sociological byproduct seeking entertainment Through the barrel of a dialect, standard deviation, A rebel with a blueprint in defiance of the nation. We throw the forks up, not just for the friction of the block, But to lift the minds heavy from the ticking of the clock. It's an esoteric metric when you rep the 74, Navigating treacherous waters from the river to the shore. (Chorus) On the Westside, where the dualities collide, Intellect and energy, we keep it deep inside. Through the struggle and the structure, we survived the cold design, Six points of perspective in a Jacksonville state of mind. Yeah, from the pavement to the pinnacle, the narrative is deep, We stay awake inside the valley where the wicked never sleep. (Verse 2) Analyze the infrastructure, systemic and precise, They monetize the prison cells and gamble with our lives. So we clustered for protection, organized the chaos, But the collateral damage is the brothers that they lay us In the cemetery soil, beneath the Florida humidity, A tragic composition of environment-induced rigidity. I speak with paradigm-shifting metrics, breaking down the paradigm, A GD philosopher surviving through the terror time. We read between the lines of the police reports and warrants, Streaming consciousness like navigating heavy river torrents. From Normandy to Wilson, the philosophy is raw, We balancing the law of the streets against the state law. The pitchfork is a lever to elevate the sub-terrain, An intellectual response to the generational pain. We ain't just running blocks, we decoding the oppression, Transforming the aggression into a lyrical session. So respect the intellect born from the gravel and the grit, A Westside testament, and I’m the architect of it. (Outro) Yeah. Engineered in the trenches. Grown from the pavement, developed through the pain. Six points of elevation. Westside, Jacksonville. Class is dismissed.
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Yeah. Analyze the architecture of the environment. Westside, Duval. 904 matrix. Where high-level cognition meets the asphalt. We talkin' Growth and Development amidst the decay. Listen close. (Verse 1) From the concrete grid of the 103rd matrix, We study survival methods, dodging the basic state scripts. Westside anatomy, gravity pulling the youth down, Where the sirens and the crickets compose the truth town. I was baptized in the shadows of the pine trees and asphalt, Learning the geometry of corners, it’s a cash fault. Adopted by the structure, the six-point alignment, Seeking Growth and Development within a cold confinement. We elevate the vocabulary while we navigate the trenches, Sifting through the systemic propaganda written on the benches. They see a gang banger, I see a product of containment, A sociological byproduct seeking entertainment Through the barrel of a dialect, standard deviation, A rebel with a blueprint in defiance of the nation. We throw the forks up, not just for the friction of the block, But to lift the minds heavy from the ticking of the clock. It's an esoteric metric when you rep the 74, Navigating treacherous waters from the river to the shore. (Chorus) On the Westside, where the dualities collide, Intellect and energy, we keep it deep inside. Through the struggle and the structure, we survived the cold design, Six points of perspective in a Jacksonville state of mind. Yeah, from the pavement to the pinnacle, the narrative is deep, We stay awake inside the valley where the wicked never sleep. (Verse 2) Analyze the infrastructure, systemic and precise, They monetize the prison cells and gamble with our lives. So we clustered for protection, organized the chaos, But the collateral damage is the brothers that they lay us In the cemetery soil, beneath the Florida humidity, A tragic composition of environment-induced rigidity. I speak with paradigm-shifting metrics, breaking down the paradigm, A GD philosopher surviving through the terror time. We read between the lines of the police reports and warrants, Streaming consciousness like navigating heavy river torrents. From Normandy to Wilson, the philosophy is raw, We balancing the law of the streets against the state law. The pitchfork is a lever to elevate the sub-terrain, An intellectual response to the generational pain. We ain't just running blocks, we decoding the oppression, Transforming the aggression into a lyrical session. So respect the intellect born from the gravel and the grit, A Westside testament, and I’m the architect of it. (Outro) Yeah. Engineered in the trenches. Grown from the pavement, developed through the pain. Six points of elevation. Westside, Jacksonville. Class is dismissed.
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