Nothing

nothing is what we had standing in the pantry line 7 brothers one set of bunk beds couldnt sleep at night dirty clothes washed by hand hung out on a line to dry pass the blunt around the line pops aint even pass us by watched all the gangster flicks and mirrored what we seen in them the heart and soul of hustling demonstrated we believed in them already at the bottom nothing else that we could lose tempers flared for nothing having problems with these other crews Cocked the hammers watched the alleys played the game to win it all dirty cops no warrant when they came tell us to pay it off brothers fucking all your girls never was they really yours feelings never got invovled noone really cared at all used to having nothing so a little bit of something gave a little bit of comfort when the hunger pains start touching the opposition busting grown ass men start playing duck hunt trying get a little something but