Fallen Angels

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It's mind over matter
In a city where blood splatter
Caskets close chapters
Sons become bastards
Death affects life after
Murals of faces plaster
Streets plague disaster
Pastors are last castor
Born to a life of crime
Cocks nines for the shine
Niggas turn to shrines
Block's hot watch the signs
RICO's and co-defendants
Battling life sentences
Can the cycle be broken
What legacy is chosen
Seems like prison is certain
Or hearse's closed curtains
Gotta pray for the ghetto
Sirens ring sing falsetto
Another trip to the morgue
Looking at what actions forge
So much envy and jealousy
Friends turn to enemies
Vigilant in crucial times
Yellow tape chalk outlines
Nigga's clip heads like hairlines
Can't even trust the dimes
See the pain in these eyes
Death arrives how'd I survive
No hope when medics arrive
Few corner stories to tell
After streets spray shells
Fiends high off Fentanyl
Block's laced with alcohol
That's on every single corner
Head shot he's a goner
Visualize why I'm traumatized
Cause death is glorified
Dead ass where I'm from
You're lucky to see twenty-one
Youngins playing with guns
Before they can even run
Aye Yo given what I know
From lessons streets show
Wild bitches snorting blow
Ready to f*ck for the dough
Fallen angels in the city
Seeing shooting stars fall
Flashbacks of phone calls
Another Brodie gone
A lot more pain to these songs
You honestly can't feel it
If you never went through it
This is the life that was given
Not the life that was chosen
Life is never easy
Your closest will do you greasy
Motivated off dollars
Think different when I watch Shottas
Mad Max with the twin glocks
Pussy boy lick shots
Don't come through on my blocks
I'm the type to run in your spots
Bozo my zone's a no go
Bing Bong is the anthem you know
Hollows pick through your Fro
On my Michael Myers flow
Masked up with the Timbow's
Rocking juxed chains at shows
Gutter like Beef Broccoli Timb's
I'm all about my ends
Committing a lotta sins
Getting deep in your girl's skins
I told my kin to kick rocks
Cause all they care for is stocks
Investments and plots
That's why this lead stays hot
My heart's cold with shivers
Don't get popped like a blister
Upper lip quivers
Cause with this Hawke it gets Sinister
Skeptics become believers
Eulogies given by preachers
I'm a Brooklyn bully
In a FYL skully
Monster's Inc I'm not Sully
Dummy look into my eyes
And see how many times I've died
No remorse giving you to skies
This is all truth I never lied
It's money over any bitch
Lane switch solo on every trip
Time I start talking reckless
Leaving mad niggas breathless
Big carbons have you chest-less
Seeing shooting stars fall
Flashbacks of phone calls
Another Brodie gone
A lot more pain to these songs
You honestly can't feel it
If you never went through it
This is the life that was given
Not the life that was chosen
No pulse that's your exit
Motherfuckers better respect it
When it come to beef
We definitely dead it
Slaughterhouse cause I'm a menace
Go to trial beat the sentence
Fly over Bermuda
Smoking the best from Cuba
Meditating like Buddha
Quick with jabs like Zab Judda
Young Greatness focused on moolah
Shorty can't handle the ruler
Inches really got her gagging
I just lay back laughing
Yo at least I'll paint her face
And dip back to my space
I'm stuck reminiscing
On all my niggas missing
Out on life in these times
Lord please provide the signs
Honestly stuck in moments
Ready to get back at opponents
Too many evil components
As I wanna trap these rodents

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