CHICAGO

The streets keep calling him he can't escape it, it's in his blood the hood flows through his veins, inherited from his father a product of pavement came up in the 80's selling crack cocaine. His mother was an addict who O.D.ed tragic, using heroin trying to numb her pain, his pops got locked up and could not raise him; so shorties just another hopeless pawn in the game... damn damn

His hearts ice cold and his minds filled with anger to add to that he got a thirty shot banger in a blink of an eye he'll take your life with no remorse for what's wrong or right

The community fears him and they don't trust him but all he ever needed was someone to love him, show understanding support and affection; feed his soul and give him proper direction. bless him oooh

Time'll tell if you pass or fail, the battles on but it's a war with self. The man in the mirror the ego verse the soul. Born alone and you'll die the same, the time is shorter when you play the game, you should know you reap just what you sew

You should know you reap just what you sew.