I remember Jay Rich we grew up together
Spitting game at little dames trying to fuck whatever
Ten years old, already with a lust for cheddar
He was smart though for real the young buck was clever
A few years went by, we still stuck together
Plotting armed robberies to get bucks for leathers
Played with guns, it was fun to clutch Berettas
But up in school my dude still had his stuff together
On the court he would score I would scream on the refs
He used to study on the low, I would cheat on the test
When he started selling crack said it was easy to chef
Then I heard he caught a body, stabbed a fiend in the steps
I needed a breath, his dream was to grow up to be rich
Be an astronaut with a house and the V6
But he switched, the streets turned to man to a goon
I always thought he’d be the first black man on the moon, damn
I just don’t know why my eyes won’t cry
Guess that they’re broken
These lies mask and disguise
My past I can’t hide, I guess that I’m broken
Yeah the sidewalks are lined with trapdoors
The city maze is impossible to escape
All the shitty days that remind us of environments so mindless
And violence is followed by foot chases and sirens
Leap frog with police dogs, dirty piece tossed
Palms greased cause these pigs gotta eat more
Phil had the ill took connect down in?
Every other week it’s up and down like a seesaw
Cold blooded beast, dude even fed his niece raw
Used to be a good girl turned to a cheap whore
Nowadays everybody’s caught up in that street law
They found that bitch’s body blue down by the seashore
I ain’t write shit to glorify it or exaggerate
I ain’t write these lyrics to be shocking or to agitate
Every other week it seems I see another tragic wake
Inside this broken world full of kids who never had a break
This life is real, got friends doing life in jail
And we all trying to eat so we fight for meals
Never been the type to squeal, I stand on my own two
Funny how when you’re broke your people disown you
The actuality of this life is stabbing me with a knife
You see the flames when the heaters ignite
Fiends with a pipe, hustlers moving greed in the night
The demon’s in sight, the devil still scheming is trife
And all I see is this beast that keeps eating its young
Deceit and lies from the serpent that’s the media’s tongue
On the surface it would seem easy for me to become
Drunk on hard liquor, chewing pills, I need to be numb
Not to sound stupid really, I don’t mean to be dumb
But all it takes where I’m from is a scheme and a gun
And a whip and a bitch and some coke and a drink
And some balls and a crew, shit I’m broke and I think