Where I Come From

You ain't coming where I come from Been through what I been through Going where I'm gon' go Walking that yellow brick road Oh no, oh no, oh no My development is critical Go home, go home Who woulda contemplated My pops would pop off And bust in my moms And left her popped and lost Before her water popped Before her shorty dropped Abortion on her thoughts Of course she dropped me off At grandmas spot Up in the projects Cuz she jobless And her pockets Is spotless No dollars In sight I catch him It's on sight Thoughts if I saw him I'll Box on him like Time Warner With out warning Nigga disappeared and I got lost and I took off I'm popping like pop warner I Stopped talking Pop up on your corner I popped often Listened to PAC and Nas and often I started rhyming I stopped poppin' I drop coughs on beats When I'm speaking ill drop coffins Rappers I mock often Rappers get knocked off when They raping and pop off How they love for drama to pop off My nigga Stop it Yah niggas get knocked and turn informants I don't speak what you speak I'm speaking foreign If you reaped what I reaped the reaper repeat forewarnings Warning You ain't coming where I come from Been through what I been through Going where I'm gon' go Walking that yellow brick road Oh no, oh no, oh no My development is critical Go home, go home Who woulda contemplated I'm educated Simultaneously gang related I Dodged arraignments And made arrangements To make some changes that's really gangsta Paved by the sanctums Of hand to hand engagements Of 5 to 1 rations For 31 seconds Traded my sentence For one20 lessons Plenty repentance While you pending sentence Potential felons To credit semesters They say I'm blessed And I should be counting my blessings Im counting the stresses Of living with tension Depression from The Mention of My sister living in shelters She less than fortunate Kids in a orphanage Boyfriend is often offin' her shit I feel like offing his shit But often I sit Lost In my thoughts I'm so far I can't offer her shit Sparking my spliff Plus this cognac I sip Reminisce Of days we used to bliss Ha ha I kid I should have kid A lil better me I'll plant a better seed I better see a better day Which ever day is the day Ya see the end of me Yeah the end of me Will you ever see the end of me You'll never see the end of me You ain't coming where I come from Been through what I been through Going where I'm gon' go Walking that yellow brick road Oh no, oh no, oh no My development is critical Go home, go home Will I ever die Am I immortalized Did I just prophesies I contemplate how My stars would line I Martyr the rhymes From scars that I'm plagued with Bars from your favorite Would shard on your neighbors Pardon my layers My heart is prolly in danger Far from your stranger But hardly a savior Hard to Launder my capers And pardon mistakes when My partners and cages And hauled to the graves Or they still lost in the Mazes It's amazing I praise Yah if I make it Sometimes my heart get filled with hatred And I blame it on the anger we raised with Or the racists that separate us And trade us for wages I feel isolated This is my proclamation Im contemplating how my name is in relation To the damnist nation enslaved Got me caged in a rage Sometimes I drive in a daze And realize I got survivors guilt As I close my eyes and I visualize A time where living marginalized Was actualized Surviving the times we struggled to find Sublime visions Need visine My eyes dry I never cry I died inside and left my niggas behind I shine and left em blinded as I'm binded from the bonds to building lobbies Hoping you hear me properly But prolly yah niggas won't even copy Comprehend my intentions To show you dimensions Fuck honorable mentions Get we non collective And narcoleptic Niggaz don't pay attention Said niggaz don't pay attention Niggaz don't pay attention So are you coming where I come from Been through what I been through Going where I'm gon' go Walking that yellow brick road Oh no, oh no, oh no My development is critical Go home, go home Know yourself Stay focused Before any two people Hold on Yo Yo my nigga I got some bitches nigga You gotta come through Tell that nigga to Bring some bottles too Oh word Yeah nigga Hurry up Iiight iight iight Tell him to stop by a liquor store and get some Henny too Yeah I'll be right back