St. Clair Lyrics

Bismillah

Bismillah

In the name of God Beneficent the most merciful

Cleveland what's up

Ain't you from St. Clair

I heard it ain't no saints there

Well I'm from 79th to be exact

Where most young boy they carry straps

And most houses they call them traps

Where even the cats are stressed out

Everybody rap wanna be the best out we all love the hood but still

Hoping to be the next out

Its tic tac toe I just don't wanna be x'ed out

So we don't care about your DM

Roughriders roll on you in the AM or the PM

And we don't feel protected from police when we see them

So they become our sworn enemies

Now wouldn't wanna be them, For real

GM

That's if you get to see the morning

Most young boys die don't even get to see the warning

It's a daily tsunami but still my brain storming

Around a bunch of wanna bees

Swarming

I'm from down the block where Jesse ran

Where Langston wrote

Where UNIA met

Where Malcolm spoke

Where those riots, they made Hough choke

Where Dr King helped us with Carl Stokes

I'm from Cleveland

Yea the place Where superman was born

Around the corner, where Ruby Dee would perform

yea I'm from St. Clair

Yea yea it ain't no saints here

But for sure Gods people reside because Glenville

They've been real

That's gods people like Israel

Or Ghana complexion of Botswana

Some of us drown in poverty

We piranhas

in Collinwood they looking for peace (Dalai Lama)

But down the way gimme that peace gimme that llama

Blam Blam To anyone who disrespect the fam

They was ready to jam for that bread

Cause on kinsman they come for your head

Just like a barber

On superior they got more choppers

Than your barber

A life for a life

These young boys they like to barter

But they killing babies,

They killing women

They got t get smarter

they got to get smarter

And on Harvard

They just making it harder

For the young boy who wanted to be a father

Who's trying to go farther

Trying to go farther man goodness gracious

Yeah and on west 25th the young Boricua

Will take you out quick

This stuff is sick

With the wrong clique

You hear that clack click you Betta stack quick

Cause MS13 & them felons

They don't play around these parts you better have heart and the

Strap to pull no bull but much beef on these streets cause

Its deep

(Its deep)

Its deep

(Its deep)

Yes, I'm out here marching saying black lives matter

But some of our people, they acting like black lives don't matter

Damn

Don't you know these bullets got karma, you take that boy brother

He's coming back for your mama

And your brother and your sisters

We stuck in the frame

We don't even get the picture

They killed my only son you ain't hear that mother whisper whoever

Own them jails we sure making 'em richer

That dog food turn a young teen into a young fiend

The percocet keep that girl in a dream or a nightmare

Where we from

Freddy, Chucky, and Jason they couldn't last a night here

They moved their white here

For gucci belts nike airs

18 years old with a head full of white hair

It's so bright here but the violence make afternoon feel like night here

The funds is tight here

And because the funds are tight here

They'll take your life here

I mean like right there

Yeah

Can you imagine that hurt

The same one that she birthed

Got to put in the dirt

Can you imagine the hurt

The same one that she birthed

Got to put in the earth

Put in the earth

When the earth got to put her earth in the earth