The Hood's Deadly Theorem

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Yo
This life shit
Hmmm
You know, it got a price with
It's type sick
They deem you as guilty
Before indictments
The crackheads be on the pavement
Inner demons they fighting with
Purse snatcher
He thought it was seamless
Oh, he in Rikers
Before he had a diaper
A devil was thought
Now, he a sniper
And teachers said those lessons was taught
Outside they classroom
It started at home
Before he turned eighteen
The streets kept him too grown
Supposed to be playing with Leap Frog
Not a toy gun
Parents don't watch him at all
Then at court
Screaming that's not my son!
No guidance
Even when he was young
Poured his dad's liquor in a sprite bottle
That's why he always was drunk
Shoeboxes full of nicks and dimes
Bottles of tums
Pounds of powder stuffed under his bunk
How you supposed to live
When the majority of your life was kept under a tongue
Gotta do better for our little ones
Some say the good die young
The hood where you come from
Don't have to stay in it
I feel for the ones
That really don't have a say in it
Now his whole life full of gang and business
His fate lies in the hands of that damn percentage
I see that cup as half-full
That's actually word to Gabi
You know I'm black
Naturally, the cops'll harass me
It's on a daily basis
Filling up all my rap sheets
Hoping these theorems don't distract me
Growing up
We used to look up to cops
Nowadays, like the youth say
They now our opps
Think about the LA Riots
Where innocents just got shot
Or beaten up
Same thing around here
My memory's still hot
I've heated up
It's so much anger deepened much
Because it's harder for blacks
They say we dangerous and rough
In honesty, it's all cap
Well, take a look at my past
They blame me for splitting the family
Now, I gotta ask
Why did my granddad abandon me
Moms had me at age fifteen
Shit's a calamity
My grandma the only one through the years
Who understanding me
And mom
You ain't have a plan B
I had to go to court with you on some days
Like damn
This can't be
That's why I keep myself reserved
A lot of y'all bitch ass niggas get on my nerves
Think how shit was real absurd
Me and my sister speaks no words
So be it
Life just took a sharp left turn
Had to slowly see it
And I've grown decent
But me and Sanye
We both beefing
You need your little boo to live cohesive?
So egregious
Whoever gave you my phone number
Runs with the polices
I pray for that day
I can go meet him
Talking about a threat or a promise
You'll get dropped for no reason
You sat there and watched him
The voicemail's in my phone screening
Lots of have-nots in this cold season
F*ck it though
Lone team with my own mascot
Coming for more
I see that cup as half-full
That's actually word to Gabi
You know I'm black
Naturally, the cops'll harass me
It's on a daily basis
Filling up all my rap sheets
Hoping these theorems don't distract me
I see that cup as half-full
That's actually word to Gabi
You know I'm black
Naturally, the cops'll harass me
It's on a daily basis
Filling up all my rap sheets
Hoping these theorems don't distract me
Word
Gone, nigga

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