2 Tales

Put my heart and pain all up in this game

When I couldn't reach and obtain what seemed the best

Not knowing the risk and consequence of being a participant

Of a game that becomes an entrance to premeditated murder

Where competition becomes a under layer

And if you don't get chosen you get fucked over

I remember walking over these New York jungle streets

Cracks in the the pavement look bigger than my dreams

Bullet shells more recent than my memory

Reminiscing the good times, but I feel the nightmares

Trying to crawl the bad ones and bring flashbacks

Of fast cars and gunshots and whispers saying "sorry god"

But my consciousness keeps saying this is your life

This is your own path, too bad you're still in hell

Sirens chasing foot steps and sweat becoming an scent

For corrupt cops to send stray shots to quote corrupt kids

Selling weed just to help the family, prolly tired of eating

The same dinner plate, Ramen Noodles with no taste

School season coming soon and still got no pen

To learn education at it's best mommy's crying

and daddy in a grave,but who's there ?

 

But who's here to say here's a second chance

Have a new life and be happy after all

But who's here so say have a good job and be proud after all

And who's here ? But who's here ?

 

Wake up in the morning with to pivoting sunlight

Along with the alarm and smell of breakfast being made

By a special someone I get out and see relentless white faces

With expensive Rolex's and a couple rolling up SUV Lexus

With kids who already prolly got their future fulfilled

No worrying about if these kids will not make it, as it's all set and done

The consciousness and the money object them to become doctors or

engineers and live up to the upper 90 years and worry less of a cop

following them down the block, because their hoodies are up right

And if a chase sparks surely they won't worry

About tripping up with a big pavement holes

as it's all taken care of and that cop won't pull out his gun.