8 P.M on a Tuesday

Marsh mellow and cheese cubes become a daily cuisine
Jumped to my feet when granny powered the TV screen
Dialogue increases from judge mableen
As i turn down the volume on my dream cast my challis
Jug of water sought out by ms bairds bread with syrup in between
If we wanted the fast food contraband had to make sure the house clean
A game boy colored kept this lil colored boy at ease
My uncle streetball dynamics and 1 he'll teach
Vhs mixtapes we'll watch, dingy scuffed nike shox, mix match socks
Hot sauce on my noodles hot sauce choreography so beautiful
Single constraints but struggle is plural
It was like a jungle in the jungle gym
Placed the bet on the trading calls to put the ball in the rim
Running elliptical on the brink of uncivil
Stealing from my friends ashamed of my living conditions pitiful
Rumors whispers of sex offenders in perimeter
Robbing with you with candy to ride in their sentra's
Sent families in frenzy when pupil missing
Im not here to report a amber alert nonetheless it was anguish ad hurt
See the hate you give
It's THUG LIFE
The hate you give little infants fucks everything
I heard that from a bird with a word
Despite mother nature fertilized a seed that grew bastardous on earth
The book of exodus of what we read in church
Exit wounds enter a new room of beauty and beast
Reeking of booty and liquor yeast
Once in a blue moon I'll be where wolves creep
When my appetite squeals for a feast
Not sufficed by defeat
How long I gotta in sorrow just to rest in peace
Might die another victim of a bulletin
As I push this internally with this pen
To get under your skin
Syringe