Bloody Canvas

Head's burnin', wasn't told To leave, the world is burnin' down Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter) Uh, let me tell you 'bout a young nigga, he was only 14 Don't fuck with niggas, he stay social distanced like he quarantined Went from NBA to tourin' dreams, and a street legend in between That's when prayers made him hit his knees See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99 On Chicago North Side, where the news reportin' live He can't help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block And his parents had him young, they ain't really have a lot Seen his daddy gang bangin', one day, he might take his spot Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh "Use that bitch to protect your family", that's what he told him An empty clip, he grabbed the gun and practiced what he showed him And his family hood famous, pop out, everybody know him And his people stuck for him, so he won't let nobody hoe him Uncle's tellin' street stories, shit intriguin' like a poem Sayin' shit like he'd put it to they neck if anybody owe him All through his childhood, he was bad, but innocent Playin' basketball with his homies, runnin' scrimmages This who he cracked jokes, made a bond, and got suspended with And when they saw the opps, they fist-fought to settle differences 'Til one day, the opps, they got tired of gettin' beat up They big homies gave 'em guns like, "Man, go and light they street up" They puttin' hoodies on, all black, loadin' heat up Adrenaline pumpin', now, they can't wait until they see us Normal day on the block, it was fun and all smiles But his best friend Jacob wandered off from the crowd Took a walk to the store, headphones bangin' loud Then his opps bent the corner, he ain't see 'em come around When he looked up at the car, that's when them shots went, "Baow" Blood oozin' with his back on the ground Vision blurry, heartbeat slowin' down Blood comin' out his mouth, feel like he startin' to drown Tires screechin', last thing he heard was that sound "Jacob just got shot", that's what a lady screamed Now everybody out of breath, runnin' to the scene Seein' Jacob on the floor, that was some shit they couldn't believe His eyes rollin' back, his auntie tryna tell him, "Breathe" Died 'fore the paramedics came, she cryin', "Baby, please" Ain't even get to graduate 'cause he was only 17 Shorty cried all night, wishin' that shit was just a dream 'Til that pain turned into anger, time to make a nigga bleed Fuck, man, this nigga just took my best friend And I, I can't go for that shit, it got me fucked up And by the way, his name was Terrence, but they called him Ced Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads 6'2, he good at hawkin' niggas down, he got long legs Now he'll go and kill anybody that he want dead They heard he caught his first body and that word spread And he know how quick karma come around, but he wasn't scared Sacrificed his soul in them streets like Illuminati Now sellin' drugs and shootin' niggas, them his only hobbies Big driller now, he the one to call and go and catch a homie Got the lo' on the nigga who killed his dawg, he want his second body A light skinned heavy-set nigga named Rodney Say, "He be out the west, off the Xans, movin' real sloppy" Yo, what's the word? Man, you won't believe who I found out the nigga who killed Jacob It was the lil' nigga, Rodney He be hangin' out up at the gas station on Pulaski Tryna make some money, nigga always out his mind Oh, yeah? Bet, say no more Ced pulled up to the lo', lights off, it's like one o'clock Grippin' on the silver Smith & Wesson with like 30 shots He ain't gotta put one in the head, it's already cocked Rodney got his back turned, he tryna sell his last rock Ced hopped out the car, he ready to erase Rodney heard him comin', he gon' run before he let him fade him It's like a demon in them cousins, eyes red while he chase him Rodney havin' some with regrets, now he just hopin' God save him Shots to the leg, hollow tips ate him Fell to the ground like his shoes, he ain't lace 'em Ced walked up, stood over him like, "Pussy, this for Jacob" Gave him four shots to the stomach, then he faced him Ced runnin' to his car, Rodney bleedin' on the pavement He had untied his hoodie and they seen that on surveillance Tryna match him to the footage, the police investigatin' Plus they had his picture on the wall at the station A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house Couldn't afford a lawyer in the county, fightin' drama now Said, "Fuck it, takin' it to trial", he ain't coppin' out Judge gave him 49 years, now that's a lot to count Now, prosecutors were askin' for the judge to lock him up for up to 25 years The judge gave him 28, Smith had the last word Again, he was sentenced to 28 years in prison He has 30 days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you