When I Slide (My City) (feat. Markilo Allen)

When I Slide By

When I look around Kansas City I gotta smile

From Troost to Topping, life so wild

Missing Frank and Dell Shon and others gone

My Hennessey-laced mind try to hold on

These streets where hustlers made bad bitches come

Gun battles where bullets made body parts numb

Weak minds succumbs, legends rise from t-shirts

Funerals where mama put they young in dirt

Couldn’t feed they pretty babies, sons on the block

Mama got a job, working late night — thangs go be alright

But Jr got a gun, fist fights on Prospect

Big thangs popping, mad respect when he be holding a TEC

Slid past the alley where Frank died

Sanchez was killed, the house that Porky chilled

I see change on Vineyard where the plug lived

Down to where Carl Bussey’s office was

New stadiums and venues, new shops and dives

Got me missing Hitching Post — that food love lives

Schools close, new ones built, politicians still lying

Hoe’s on autopilot or the self-pimping grind

At least, Niece’s still on the Spect and so is Go Chicken Go

So OG Nine pulls up and feels the past flow

When Dot and Lee had a boutique stoe

Dear God, these days have really went by fast though

I rolled by Westport and shedded a tear

Committed felonies with Little Mark and LaLa near

Old Boston Market, took my future queen here

Slide by Union Station — my first gala, sincere

Those dreams I chased changed fast

And the thangs I lusted over? Left in the past

We never ponder the cost of

The pain we cause to attain, bruh

The house on the hill, the car with the wheels

Who gone get this bullet when ya peel?

So at the store with ya fam, you can peel

Like ya mind’s eye go stay still, ya conscious gone chill