recollections of 18th and monroe
ZURI
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Yuh Yuh, yuh yuh mhm yuh Lemme tell y'all a story man Lemme tell y'all a story man, for real You know how it go, shit in the city it ain't pretty, huh Let me tell y'all 'bout this boy He was seven years old Always doing good He did everything mama had told Till he was around the hood and saw shit that he shouldn't before And nothing ever could prepare him for how the world was so cold Hanging around them blocks and corners he saw shit that he shouldn't have Nigga said "Yeah, you see this brick Imma front you half Then you gon run the city routes like a running back I'll make the pass Just make sure you sell them birdies like you Don McNabb" Niggas laughed They was missing dads and education bad Not good at math but they knew that pack was gonna be a bag We was young running from that 12 We ain't have no business No they wasn't really in them books but they was 'bout them women Don't let no nigga ever try to press you 'Member count your digits When shit go down and 12 interrogating don't you do no snitching So many lives that this game had took and now we steady miss 'em Can I rewind time So I can tell 'em that I wished they would've listened Hanging round them hood legends that he used to idolize Turn on the news, "Nigga what you watching?" Oh, that's homicide So when they got them four letters that boy he used to strategize No this ain't right I wanna lead my niggas towards a better life And then they came around the block and they let off them shots Here come the cops they asked a lot He ain't tell 'em nothing he saw But that was the day that he realized that this here world was so cruel It's really unfair and nobody cares Yeah nobody play by them rules You think they care about your feelings nigga? No the f*ck they don't You show any emotion they tell your bitch ass go home And if you feel away about it you better load up that chrome Experiences like this resonate yeah they stay in my dome 'Cause what I'm witnessing I differentiate right from wrong I take it as a sign God telling me I don't belong Seen some wild shit Nigga you must be tripping, psilocybin Niggas strung out Yeah you really tripping, Phyllis Hymen Running around with no shoes Niggas robbed you Now you getting violent But what's more important? Getting your lick back or your baby crying? But you steady sexing all these women Tryna stretch they hymen Running 'round the city Pulling triggers, the reason bullets flying Yet, God awakened me He kept me out the way that's divine timing And with these stories I recount I'm talking 'bout me that's why I'm rhyming I was that boy This is what've I've seen
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