When you look at my brothers , whats you first impression? Does the sight of us leave you guessing? Or do you understand the stressin , the aggression. The look of no hope on my niggas faces , like the Lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces. See embraces , fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers. Stuck in the project halls where the coke smell still lingers - External blingers is all we can be cause inside we been given nothing to shine on , and the gig is harder to get than coke so niggas get their grind on. Because the T.V tells us aim high nigga , make all goals lateral , but that takes paper that we dont have so niggas put their souls up as colateral. Now , some niggas reclaim em , some blame em , making excuses to sell em. But when a nigga goes from not doing to doing , what do you tell him? Not to be a nigga? Shit I gots to be a nigga thats how I pay these bills and Imma do that whether I gotta sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills... Wisdom for the street minded.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 22:38:00 +0000
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