Couple Weeks Ago

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And things was all good a couple weeks ago
Sun was shining, weather nice and hot but that's the season though
Hot weather equals hot lead and what you need to know
Is how to stay alive around some demons that would eat your soul
But that's just how it go, purple heart youngins
Pumping all the pride from them wars in them dungeons
At least he got his life
That's a dub in the gutter
But the rent ain't getting paid so that's a dub for his mother
Every single week she on the phone with unemployment
Tryna get a couple dollars, swear to god this shit be pointless
Sardines out the cabinet, split between the two of them
Single mother struggling, swear to god we know a few of them
The windows to his soul, they steady glistening with pain
At least he got his life but man his life still gotta change
16 years breathing, his demeanor said more
Cause he was seven years old when that body hit the floor
But f*ck it
Old trauma manifests to new pain
And pain manifests to dreams of a new range
He knows about the struggle, he knows about the pavement
He rose from the gutter and he rose to the occasion
He jumped into that water, but f*ck it he a man now
Taught himself to fish cause they gon' bite you stick your hand out
Always came equipped cause if they strike he'll be a man down
He know up in his head, he swear to god that he the man now
Sadly mistaken, but he ain't know better
Man it's summertime fever, man his head match the weather
A Glock 17 to match the all black forces
The way he running down on niggas make you think that he's enforcing
This a different type of stop and frisk
I'ma need your watch and kicks
Matter of fact nigga add that change and that pocket lint
He gone need it all, can you really knock his hustle
Little nigga lifting iron he ain't even move a muscle
He think he'll make it big by robbing players on the block
But he still taking risks cause if you play you might get shot
But shit he know the game, that's just how the cookie crumble
You got the juice now little nigga stay humble
His mama steady questioning how the cash keep on coming
He said he got what shorty down the block selling bundles
I heard your stomach rumble, now I gotta go and hustle
Put it on my dead brother that I ain't starting trouble
I noticed what you been through, I'm trying to ease the pain
I love you mama and I swear to god I'm staying safe, trust
I know the risk, that's a tale I seen plenty
Me and Keisha down the street, we got a plug we selling Remy
I gotta pull my weight ma, that's all I'm trying to do
You know my heart mama, tell me would I ever lie to you
His eyes tell another tale, but she believe it
Could catch him in a lie, but he ain't never gave a reason
So he's back on the block, black glock, hunting season
Trying to scope another lick, he think he Phantom, never seen him
He found his next vic, out here beefing with his BM
Temp dropped when he seen that niggas wrist it was freezing
He said, I'ma come and pick my son up here like 8 o'clock
He coming with me, suck my dick if you think he not
Then he hit the gas and he just skrrted down the block
My young nigga hungry, he just stirring up the pot
And when the street lights coming on, that mean it's time to put the work in
He quick with the draw from all the time he spent rehearsing
But his homies trying to warn him, cause he's stepping to a stepper
Yo if this shit go wrong son, nigga f*ck that whatever
I'm gonna hit this lick and I'm gonna cash a couple stacks light
Nigga getting hit up in his shit if he don't act right
And now it's 8 o'clock he peeps him coming down the street
F*ck being lowkey, he driving fast, he bumping Meek
He at his baby mother crib, said he waiting for his kid
But he ain't even text that he outside, he on his phone and shit
Now my youngin creeping up, gun drawn, mask on
This should only take about 30 seconds if it lasts long
Knocked through all the glass and waved the hammer in his face
Clearly said I want it all from them chains to them J's
He started getting naked, he ain't really had no choices
Till the front door opened and he started hearing voices
My youngin thinking f*ck, yo where that shit was coming from
Shorty on the porch with a kid, she like he got a gun
He looking quick and he just froze in disbelief
Yo why the f*ck she come outside bitch, I ain't trying to make a scene
He changed the target, aimed the gun right at the kid
Bitch go take your ass inside if you really trying to live
The nigga in the whip said don't you f*ck with my kid
Grabbed his gun from out the seat and popped my youngin through the ribs
You play with me or mine and I'm gonna lay your ass down
You can't fill them big shoes, you's a motherfucking clown
My youngin heard him bend the block, he coughing blood on his face
All he thinking now, I told my mom I'd stay safe
Can see the light leave his eyes, couple minutes now he gone
Man everything was perfect till this shit just went wrong
His mama got the news and she just dropped to her knees
Questioning the lord like why you doing this to me
Why you take my baby from me, he was only 16
I done lost both my kids to these motherfucking streets
Crying out for days, but her baby couldn't hear her
A day before the wake she blew her brains in front the mirror
She left a note that said pray for me Reverend
I'm going on a journey to see my sons up in heaven
To truly be alive, you gone really need a reason bro
Damn, shit was all good a couple weeks ago

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