Thursday, January 14, 2010

Ready Or Not

It’s been a while since I flowed straight fire.
I come from a place where we all breathe higher.
Bunch of dudes standing on the block.
Hella people sayin they got their glock cocked.
But I don’t believe them, I try to keep clean.
But I aint inexperienced, the shit that I’ve seen?
You gotta watch your back because up in tdot
They’ll come after you, whether you’re ready or not.
One block, I see a man standin on the corner.
One pop, I see his face in the coroner.
Next day, someone else took his spot.
All day, it’s like a mall parking lot.
See now, the problem that we got.
And we, always hide from the cops.
But we, blame the problem on the cops.
Instead, our doors are always locked
Down, trying to avoid bein’ a snitch.
You know what they say, snitches get stitches.
You know how they play, bitches get wishes.
But it’s a deadly routine, a short lived career.
I pretend not to see, because I’ve lived my life here.
This is the life of a struggling young teen.
So don’t underestimate the scenes teens see.

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