Down Here
• Written by DenniC
DenniC's Notes
This is my story...I was introduced to a gang lifestyle and then the ones that showed me this way of life (JJ and Bert) went missing and i didn't know there real or full names. When i rolled with them, i stirred up alotta controversy because i spoke my mind about other kids and gangs. People didn't like us because they thought we were too dangerous to be around or it was because we called you out. To this day i don't know if there dead or not. And now i am currently finding myself heading down that path again after years of trying to hide this way of life.
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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DenniC
Member since October 14 2013