Hustle Amid

tales from my Block, niggas getting shot, look who's coming up now, no question in how, it's just a kid, got his chance for The bigs, how long till they mourn him, don't want to have to warn them, guns pulled out on full blast, I don't know if they're coming in last, the shells get sprayed, until one of them stayed, six feet under, it's another blunder, gun sound like thunder, see it's no wonder, with all these drugs, turns kids into plugs, but he won't wonder when he's bleeding in the street, coroner's pick him up neat, I know it's sad, is a lesson on being bad, but who will listen, who's waking up missing, listen to this story bout a kid, they come in hustle amid, are the shells that fly everywhere, they've all got to be aware, from all of the traps in in the alleyway, while trying to get this pay, cuz life in the projects, ain't no room for progress, they just get bloody tennis shoes, holes in em that ooze, don't judge this could be you, don't you know that shit is true, see everybody's got to make a dollar, he'll be a big-time shot caller, these kids don't know no better, they shouldn't pay for their parents error, put yourself in their shoes, I know you'll sing the blues, cuz living it's hard, you're always on guard, looking over your shoulder, makes you get older, whether you want to or not, trying not to get shot, drowning in his parents addiction, trying for conviction, seeing no hope for inspiration, turns into a fight for creation, can we have a need, for something other than greed, I see it written all over your face, the words spewing out distaste, but everybody's got hate in your heart, try to make it seem like you the one to start, cuz you the only one trying to make a dollar to eat, my little homie says he missed his sweet, does she was gunned down in the street, he held her in his arms while she took her last breath, it's a dirty shame we the last ones left, the see if we give them kids something to do, they wouldn't have to tote guns big as you, they should love life, not end up in strife, cause selling on the corner, aint a high school diploma, I wish it was different, cuz it's ridiculous, but whos actually victimless, because you didn't pick up that paper, you just think about it later, if this isn't something you cant sweep under the rug, it's a lesson not to sell drug, don't show your cards unless you plan to win, the world will chew you up again, spit you out make your head spin, I'm seeing so many lives ruined, against all that is congruent, i didnt pull the trigger, people get clapped go figure, who the fuck in the way, it's not 4 me to say, don't follow orders and obey, decide when we take our last ride, take a long hard look at yourself, before you go judging someone else, two wrongs don't make a right, and after the darkness there's a light, treat it how it is, stay in your own biz, never dwell on things you can't change, it will eat at your brain, and make you go insane, as always there's a calm before the rain, and living is pain.