streets

Look, kids nowadays adapting to our ways,

young cats raised to truly think that crime pays,

when really its a one way path that crime paves,

It went from playing with blocks to gripping glocks,

from kicking rocks to flipping 'em on the block,

frozen hearts behind every murderous plot,

street cred due to how many bodies you caught,

the gun you got and how many bullets you brought,

Right? wrong. Cant even tell you how many times Ive been in the wrong,

I cant right the wrong even when I write it out,

life's a bitch an I'ma ride her out until everyone knows what I'm about,

the good die young...I'm 17, let's see what next year holds,

If I die behold the realest story never to be told, if heaven escapes my reach

may it be a lesson learned and one to teach but for now your

in the presence of the adolescent youth along with the essence of the present,

everyday you wake should be looked upon as a blessing, like the wisdom

I acquired at such a young age, envious elders would like to put my tongue in

a cage, they're just reluctant to acknowledge the misconception I abolished

a high-school dropout laying down fundamentals like a scholar,

this is food for thought but now where's the water to quench a lyrical martyr

taking refuge behind his couth an honor, I'm bulletproof you'd think the booth

was my armor the pen my sword forged for one purpose and that's to be heard

until my generation can rest assured and aspire to be someone greater than

just another statistic, remember a million candles can be lit with just one wick

meaning be the change you wish to see in the world and others will follow,

pardon me but fuck rappin bout pussy an weed I'm writing solely for a better

tomorrow