I was raised

In an hour where

Being hungry meant you just had to sleep it off

And dang violence, sweet violence led to the sounds of sirens that we was far from solid

I memorize those songs

Coke out dopes were the most hung from beans until that craving call and the need and the urge is now in their bloodreams

You wouldn't even recognize him in the house

Now they lay in the same exact staircase with a

Needle in their veins, eyes closed up when they were wide awake

I was raised in the wheel

Unfortunately, this was our every fuckin’ day react

The ones closest to your reaching hands

Were the ones reaching away from your reaching hands

They lost their sanity

But that was the least of my worries

I was leaving the war inside my own fuckin’ building to the words and street