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Down Here
- Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot
- ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.
- Instead of the hoes i was digging out, the one girl i always had a fit about
- this ain't what I'm about, I'm not used to this habitat, I'm used to that click 'n clacking
- tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping
- i was waiting til i graduated, a diploma in the folder, but its too late I'm reacting
- consider me emancipated no more hesitation I'm bout make these facts stated,
- I lost the nails to my closet so Imma put the nail in the coffin 'fore everything starts falling,
- I'm breaking the silence I'm sick of speculating the violence, I'm Kenner City Brawling.
- My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house
- and now these eyeballs are turning and the fingers are pointing..."Looka what he's becoming."
- So now yal get suspicious, ever since he did this I've become conspicuous
- but I'm actually passed this, i lost my role as a player in the game when J gone missing.
- If i was still in the same position i would hang that shit up like a prank call
- i didn't know what i was doing i was in the dance hall, i went with the beat til i filled the blank wall
- i was no longer just a name on the role call,
- i learned how to take one and divide him from the fake ones,
- everyone looking to me like i had it made dog,
- if you were living life and being respected, would you take off?
- Now the life you were introduced to just been taking from you, cuz your best friends went missing on you
- and all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,
- no one adventured with you so one knows about the life your now used to
- and now your in a school with a bunch of rich white dudes
- no body knows about your life 'n you and kids don't know about the fight in you,
- so ya pick a fight in school and ya threatened with expulsion.
- Its either life or the hood, choose whats right and good, and your family's first success son.
- I'm becoming a renegade of what I'm about, nearing what i feared about...
- Its been five years and here comes another
- that life and me are lightyears from one another
- and all i see is an animal enraged, caged looking for a path to take
- I'm getting hungry and the list of kids i hate is sitting on my plate, but there's no mo' room to make
- i had my life turned around but the white flag ain't down, looks like we're going back around
- I'm hearing familiar sounds familiar smells, only time can tell whos gonna run this town.
- Wandering if my name lived on, J called me X, cuz there was drama when i was on the spot
- JJ was big in the game shit, famous for his thirstiness and the controversies he would get
- and its ironic he was pulling me off Bert when we fought, he wanted all the respect he could get
- and even he was afraid of bumping heads with Bert, plus he didn't want his future right hand hurt.
- Now its about poker facing keeping ya cards close to your chest trying to keep my life's script from being turnt.
- I didn't know what i was up against, they put the gun in my hand and the next day i was up the fence
- i was addicted to the shit, working for an extended clip, i wanted to stick to this script.
- And once i began to forget the rest of what i was with, family 'n shit
- time to hide the evidence and clear the footprints time to be ghostly
- time to forget everything i went through and gotta change what I'm used to
- so don't come at me, all i can think of is having a gun at me and killers behind me
- I'm just a criminal athlete, banned from my own sport and activities.
- Unforgotten memories and an unshaken mentality keeps getting at me
- flashbacking back on half strapping, snapbacking, pants sagging, pawns on ya back 'n
- now i've been stabbed in the back and they hate thinking I'm trashy
- when those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.
- Fuck this I'm going back stomping on the gas, found KCB, and all i could say was that I'm back
- and all i could think was retaliation fuck everything, haters are my motivation
- i feel resurrected but KCB was underestimated cuz the whole crew separated
- back on the path where i was at on the crossroads,
- urge to retaliate and the hate, probably lost those
- but in five months I'll be on my own, which path will i take...only God knows.
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