The Kid

 

 

Heres the story of a kid who freelanced for clark kent but did the work of lex luther yet/

James cabinet/

 

Story of problems prevented , he could/

How come you slack in P.E but not when you’re blowing that green thats good/

 

You can’t name the country’s in europe but you can name that block you own in the hood/

 

Rhymes with two stones thrown,hard as a cinder block/

 

Man, you just looking at that clock/

 

Wait till its three, can’t wait to go to your hash blowing buddies I see/

 

Oh, remember that one guy you owe money too/

 

Your adversary was talking shit too,you either gonna catch the fade or come thru/

 

He’s an islander, brought his cousins with the heaters/

 

You gonna run like h.bolt ,whoops you tripped after a quarter meter/

 

They don’t fight fair and the neighbors won’t care/

 

Stand up against them you dare/

 

They got you, caught you in the ribs,while you buddy buzzing off like a hare/

 

You weren’t left for dead, but they were added to a list of neighborhood scare’s/

 

Go home and front like it was an accident/

 

Argue with your parents you play the devils advocate/

 

Put your shame in a cabinet/

 

Just wish you could take off the stress, go to san fran with a cab with debt/

 

But you’re family responsibilities stick on to you like a mag-i-net/

 

Tell your friends tomorrow that you won the fight, they be calling you a fag behind your back i bet/

 

Your back in your room/

 

Can’t trust nobody, nothing to gain or lose, click the cooker trigger then your set/

 

Permanent solution to a temporary problem/

 

Just another story in the chronicles of a bay area thats more like harlem/