Moccasin Flats

Monday morning waking up but my mom ain't home

She probably drowned up in the bottle smoked a couple of bones

And man I'm tripping she been gone since last weekend

The devil been knocking seeing faces deceiving

Like damn mama why you leaving again

Been struggling we resorting to sins

And man I'm actually a kid but I've been watching my kin

There's poverty and racism getting under my skin

But I'm resilient so I keep treading along

I got my black hoodie up and my Kyrie's on

It's therapeutic when I'm making this music

But one wrong move I guarantee I'ma lose it

Cause I've been put down and I've been oppressed

Satan knocking at the door but I know best

That I'm a champion yeah a champion

But they keep tripping by my skin this war can't be won

I'm from the trenches Queen City boy Moccasin Flats

Where they be staring down the barrel then they never come back

The war path my neechees stuck on that

Treinta y ocho Cuatro Cinco they gon' push your frame back

And I've been trying to put the Queen City up on the map

But through these raps no homicides or packs

My threshold man I've been past that

But come on tell me how I end up last

It's Big Tones

Got big flows

That big neech

Geronimo

And now I'm diving back in rest in peace

To all the people the sun dissipates before they ever treat us equal

So what you on about keep my name about your mouth

I pull a rabbit out to hide you defer and make a pouch ha

And these lyrics flow like bows and arrows

So when they come fly heads up high don't be scared

Go

Step

March

Build

Nowadays they pop a pill with their weapons concealed

And they kill you from behind with their cowardly will

It's like damn they come up weak for real

I'm built strong and got the strength to heal

Unburied truths now they sit revealed

That's just a taste of how oppression feel for real

I'm from the trenches Queen City boy Moccasin Flats

Where they be staring down the barrel then they never come back

The war path my neechees stuck on that

Treinta y ocho Cuatro Cinco they gon' push your frame back

And I've been trying to put the Queen City up on the map

But through these raps no homicides or packs

My threshold man I've been past that

But come on tell me how I end up in last

It's Big Tones