I am ThE Ghetto Ya Hurd Me Peep This Shit Pussies
Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:08 pm
I had you mature too quickly, took you through the dirt so filthy
And hurt you swiftly, At thirteen I had you burning spliffs G
Had you yearn to get cheese, and take your turn in slick streets
I gave you black ice, to fall back on instead of a crack pipe
And you chose that life, and now You act wrong
I made you kill enemies to think all is one, and put you all in slums
Til you dissolve in crumbs, and went through life without a college fund
I made you break the law and stay apart from your crawlin son
I made you trip on sets, and try to show u why God is strict on death
But still you gripped on tecs, still tomorrow lives on next
I made you not think before taking the K out to blow a brain out
Cuz I made Athletics or crack debits your only way out this trapped setting
I made your life consist of cash, booze and sin, and made ya tattoo ya skin
And had moms tell kids there hopeless, and had ya television broken
Letting them know that Heaven’s closed, but Hell is staying open
I had you make sure your niggas was sturdy, but took them with me
And hurried to send ya to Prison too early, I had your sneakers stretched
From all the streets you stepped, and when you was on the corners
I made sure your feet was spent, I had you wearing the same clothes
Each week and then you came home to go to sleep and yes
Your bed was soaked in pee again, I made police falsely arrest you
And gave you nothing at all but a pencil, to write about all that you’ve been through
Its all in the mental, and to your rise and fall I will send you
-- 17 Dec 2009 03:23 --
yall too soft to feed some real shit? yall some pussies
And hurt you swiftly, At thirteen I had you burning spliffs G
Had you yearn to get cheese, and take your turn in slick streets
I gave you black ice, to fall back on instead of a crack pipe
And you chose that life, and now You act wrong
I made you kill enemies to think all is one, and put you all in slums
Til you dissolve in crumbs, and went through life without a college fund
I made you break the law and stay apart from your crawlin son
I made you trip on sets, and try to show u why God is strict on death
But still you gripped on tecs, still tomorrow lives on next
I made you not think before taking the K out to blow a brain out
Cuz I made Athletics or crack debits your only way out this trapped setting
I made your life consist of cash, booze and sin, and made ya tattoo ya skin
And had moms tell kids there hopeless, and had ya television broken
Letting them know that Heaven’s closed, but Hell is staying open
I had you make sure your niggas was sturdy, but took them with me
And hurried to send ya to Prison too early, I had your sneakers stretched
From all the streets you stepped, and when you was on the corners
I made sure your feet was spent, I had you wearing the same clothes
Each week and then you came home to go to sleep and yes
Your bed was soaked in pee again, I made police falsely arrest you
And gave you nothing at all but a pencil, to write about all that you’ve been through
Its all in the mental, and to your rise and fall I will send you
-- 17 Dec 2009 03:23 --
yall too soft to feed some real shit? yall some pussies