On My Mind

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On My Mind

There's a blunt I roll for every bar I spit-
every pain that I feel take another sip,
for every brother in the hood that gotta flip dem bricks
and every chick that gotta strip to pain her rent-
I can feel your pain we all got mouths to feed
so I overstand why you live the life that you lead...
Every man has to get it on his own accord-
and every woman independant like that Ne-yo song
every womans' gonna cry when her soldier falls-
and every thugs gotta try and stay out walls
we all can't work in these malls or stores-
because these people get scared and start lockin there doors-
so we hustle with the muscle tryna get on board,
and we don't even really about what happens no more,
as long the baby stop crying cuz she ain't hungry no more,
and momma get the whip so she ain't walkin no more...
When you're grinding for a reason, it makes it harder to stop
and when you do it every season eventually the cops come out
and there's a snitch on every corner tryna get you knocked
probably mad cuz they ain't making the kinda kitty you got!
These so called friends, only get me mad-
swear I owe em something more than what they never have had-
same ones always saying they gon have your back-
but when it all goes down you don't know where they at!
"Loyalty" is one thing most people lack...
When it comes to "Respect" they don't know how to act...
So when it comes to the streets, my heat got my back-
and when it starts to get hot, shirt off of my back!
I step back and notice where I'm at...
In a place with thin love, but the drama is fat...
Where police harassing is a familiar scene...
Where we made it out the hood, but can't live the dream...
But we are smart enough to go out and get it right?
Cuz anything somebody may be buyin can have a better price!
I see people all around getting money like nothing-
so I'd advise that I invest in some familiar customs...
In the meanwhile I'm still sippin on tussin-
tryna do what I can while my momma still fussin-
and I can't see my child cuz babymama be frontin-
so anytime she calls, she'll get the end button!
And I ain't even trippin on how she handles her business-
but you can't lie about it without confronting the witness-
and you can't be mad at me cuz I got other missions-
I'm just a nicca, flippin, spittin, tryna stack up my kittens...
Can I get a witness so I can confess the truth?
I admit I'm a little flirt but I need a chance at love 2...
I know I've done bad things, but what about you??
You need to get your foot off the gas before you wreck the coop...

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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