The Guilt

Ayo son, check it out, man
Remember that nigga with, with your boy?
With the work, with the bricks and all that, man?
Hold on, with the 13 joint? With the 13K?
Nigga! Nigga!

He got it, bro, I seen, wanted the weight
Alright, so let's go, let's get this team together
Fuck that, we need this bread, nigga
Go in there and bust these niggas
Hold up, call K, and Luke
Let's get these niggas, dog
Let's go
Hey, handle your business, the correct way though, man
Let's knock the living daylights out these niggas

Whenever a day goes by
(And get this cake, and bring that fire back)
That I don't hear the sound of the hunter's gun
Whenever a night goes by
That I don't hear the sound of the siren scream

Taught him everything he knows from how to roll a blunt
To cook cocaine, to break his glock down to pieces
Absentee father, his big brother became his life's thesis
A reference, wide-eyed
His mother consulted the reverend
Revered in the hood amongst other adolescents
Misguided, oblivious to certain lessons
He don't give a fuck, turn that trap music back up
Polo everything

Fuck school, educated on the corner
Driven by the paper
Specialize in petty crime
Nickel and dimeing
He overheard his brother talking
About some niggas on the north, niggas shining
Trained to be a spot rusher
It's all verbal though
In actuality he never let his gun off

Ran off
Told his little man about the plan
Trying to beat his big brother to the chase
Just to make him proud
Sipping Henny straight
All he smoke is loud
He's nervous
Headed to the other side of town
Him and his man masked up, kicked the door down
Screaming, "Where the money at? Nigga, where the work at?"

Unexperienced, when the shots flew, he caught two
Laid dead, his friend shot, he pulled through
Misguided, mistaking bullshit for treasure
His mother blamed his older brother forever
The guilt

(Whenever a day goes by) and off the top tonight, a 17 year old boy
(That I don't hear the sound of the hunter's gun) is dead, was killed last night
And dropped off at an area hospital
24 hour news aid Danny Carlson has been working this story all day
And she's at the crime scene
(Whenever a night goes by) Mark, although police will not release
(That I don't hear the sound of the siren scream) the name of the victim
Until they can confirm his identity
We spoke to the people in the neighborhood where he was shot today
Who remember him as a good kid
And they say he died last night
Because of what they're calling a seemingly senseless act of violence

I can see you've been practicing crane style