Poem To the Streets

Yeah
I wanna speak to the streets on this one
Everybody that's down and out
This a poem to you

I wanna write a letter
But this a poem to the streets
Dirty money in the hood we gotta eat
So they selling by the week
Everybody strapped it's like a key
If the feds pull up everybody quiet
Nobody speak
When you in the hood
Seem like everybody say you the king
Hit a lick
Pass it back
Repeat that shit
Then it's a G
When you on a come up
They start claim that you the weakest link
Ain't that bout a bitch
You gave dude food for bout a week
Ain't no way im going back
But it's sum kids from my city
That look at me like I'm a king
And other people claim they my cousin
Asking do you remember me
That shit crazy I just be laughing
But I remember washing clothes in that metal bin
Bars of dial soap to get em clean
Dry em in front of the fan
Make sure it doesn't lean
Same clothes washed for bout a week
Year by year
Same shoes up on my feet
But this a poem to the streets

Yeah I wanna write a letter
But this a poem to the streets
Everybody down and out
They gone feel me
This a letter
No this a poem to the streets
Aye this a
This a poem to the streets

They ask me why my heart so cold
It's bcuz my soul full of ice
Sleep with the AC on and blankets every night
Hell naw I ain't alright
I'm fighting demons in my dreams
Seem like my prayers hate the light
Ion do that beefing over Twitter
Imma take it to the fight
I cried so much when I was young
But now a tear won't leave my eyes
Got girls saying that they miss me
But I know that shit a lie
I got trust issues so be honest
I'm living with the lows and highs
But cross me once
The next it's FUCK you
Ain't no coming back alive
A lot of balled up notes I threw away
For songs I tried to write
I need a pen when I read my Bible
Write my thoughts on lonely nights
I know some kids without a dad
They didn't leave, they lost they life
Didn't grow up well but that's alright
God watch my soul throughout the night

Tell my mama I won't fail again
And tell my demons I won't hate again
I done got older and lost all my friends
But if I could I'd probably do it again
Open my Bible and read a verse
I been praying like I committed a murder
But it's just this verse
So lately I been thinking pills will only work
I wasn't raised that well to express how I feel
So if I do express my emotions
Don't take it for granted
I could kill
I'm a wild child, I know my mom would agree
I miss my grandmother so much
I talk to God like send Lorene right back to me
They took Trell and it all feels like a dream
And I caught feelings for bitch that in the end
Left her nigga for me