DON'T BE AFRAID
You don't have to be afraid of the high prices of gas for the Escalade-
We ridding bicycles-
That's how I'm stunt-en, half my heart got ice-cycles-
The other half a flamming desire to make it-
Get the chance i got to take it-
Remember my mistakes of the past, so i can last-
All you suckers laugh while i pass by-
Don't cry about me, i can see whats ahead of me-
Your mind steady dreaming this is you instead of me-
With the Blessed, can't test style, darker than the river Niles-
I smile all the while cause i ain't done yet-
Wise, sucker free, thinker then doer, a triple threat-
You don't have to be afraid, but you can get upset-
Don't make no bets-
Welcome to the vision of inner city mental prison-
Where we're always looking around, because there's something missing-
We got a window, but not a pot to pee in-
Kool Aid, no sugar, cereal no milk-
Some of us tighten up and some of us trip on tilt-
A little guilt, but the hunger cut-ten that-
Ain't no front-en that, hardly ever thinking so we're always want-en that-
And that, and that, crotch is where the brain is at-
Who that cap fit is where the dirt stains at-
On the track and trip, get on your feet like a real cat-
Where you at!!!-
The streets of South Philly, i miss Tasker Projects-
Buck if I'm silly-
Whats up!!!
We ridding bicycles-
That's how I'm stunt-en, half my heart got ice-cycles-
The other half a flamming desire to make it-
Get the chance i got to take it-
Remember my mistakes of the past, so i can last-
All you suckers laugh while i pass by-
Don't cry about me, i can see whats ahead of me-
Your mind steady dreaming this is you instead of me-
With the Blessed, can't test style, darker than the river Niles-
I smile all the while cause i ain't done yet-
Wise, sucker free, thinker then doer, a triple threat-
You don't have to be afraid, but you can get upset-
Don't make no bets-
Welcome to the vision of inner city mental prison-
Where we're always looking around, because there's something missing-
We got a window, but not a pot to pee in-
Kool Aid, no sugar, cereal no milk-
Some of us tighten up and some of us trip on tilt-
A little guilt, but the hunger cut-ten that-
Ain't no front-en that, hardly ever thinking so we're always want-en that-
And that, and that, crotch is where the brain is at-
Who that cap fit is where the dirt stains at-
On the track and trip, get on your feet like a real cat-
Where you at!!!-
The streets of South Philly, i miss Tasker Projects-
Buck if I'm silly-
Whats up!!!
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