THE ALBATROSS AND THE CRANE
Fuck the president, he planted devils around my residence
Residue of a heaven sent brothers never had benefits
But struggle, determining factors done made me hustle
Fuck it, did a few bids it contributed to my muscle
Back on the block cocking a glock invested in stock
Receiving dents in my armor from cops
Corrupt figures
Who touch Nîggas cause our perspectives a little differ
We grew wither there was no dinner, grooming a killer
We stayed poor, crackers got richer it made us bitter, i quiver at night
Father gone he outta sight
Bullet hit him, his a pineal gland flew like torpedo fans
The set up was by His mans, took his money and ran, damn
My fam hungry, my sister selling pussy
My momma shooting rock like a NBA rookie
That's fact, reality traps, freedom in death
you ever pray to god Hoping that he choosing you next?
Yo this is my stress, prison or livin by checks
Pimps slapping up my sister and they cutting her breast
We gotta sell ourselves just to get rest
No vice versa, a whites purpose is to eliminate we been a great
Left in section eight (Ate) no wonder we on the dinner plate
Nîggas it's innate, a born sinner cause
When it rains it pours, I let choppa spray and open pores
I'm evil to core, it's reasons for me beating on a whore
I really feel that life should give me more...
Grew up around the wickedest, most sinister villainous
Niggas, who pull triggers and kill with no witnesses
Gang shit for life, I done killed for my membership
Fuck a president, my role models was sellin bricks
Hit the strip at 11, started pushing packs
Cus moms on crack, n pops up in heaven
Meanwhile, I'm in hell living in out of cells
All because of the bread, I done made from makin sales
sold my soul, and the price was cheap
It's twice as deep, when ya whole life the streets
Get ya freedom, and you try to adjust
Apply to a bunch of jobs, they don't reply then you stuck
W nothing to ya name, but a record full of felonies
Shit guessing that my only investment is selling ki's
Caught up in the trap, that this system had set for me
Caught a case, now I'm back in the penitentiary
Residue of a heaven sent brothers never had benefits
But struggle, determining factors done made me hustle
Fuck it, did a few bids it contributed to my muscle
Back on the block cocking a glock invested in stock
Receiving dents in my armor from cops
Corrupt figures
Who touch Nîggas cause our perspectives a little differ
We grew wither there was no dinner, grooming a killer
We stayed poor, crackers got richer it made us bitter, i quiver at night
Father gone he outta sight
Bullet hit him, his a pineal gland flew like torpedo fans
The set up was by His mans, took his money and ran, damn
My fam hungry, my sister selling pussy
My momma shooting rock like a NBA rookie
That's fact, reality traps, freedom in death
you ever pray to god Hoping that he choosing you next?
Yo this is my stress, prison or livin by checks
Pimps slapping up my sister and they cutting her breast
We gotta sell ourselves just to get rest
No vice versa, a whites purpose is to eliminate we been a great
Left in section eight (Ate) no wonder we on the dinner plate
Nîggas it's innate, a born sinner cause
When it rains it pours, I let choppa spray and open pores
I'm evil to core, it's reasons for me beating on a whore
I really feel that life should give me more...
Grew up around the wickedest, most sinister villainous
Niggas, who pull triggers and kill with no witnesses
Gang shit for life, I done killed for my membership
Fuck a president, my role models was sellin bricks
Hit the strip at 11, started pushing packs
Cus moms on crack, n pops up in heaven
Meanwhile, I'm in hell living in out of cells
All because of the bread, I done made from makin sales
sold my soul, and the price was cheap
It's twice as deep, when ya whole life the streets
Get ya freedom, and you try to adjust
Apply to a bunch of jobs, they don't reply then you stuck
W nothing to ya name, but a record full of felonies
Shit guessing that my only investment is selling ki's
Caught up in the trap, that this system had set for me
Caught a case, now I'm back in the penitentiary
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Writer(s): Christopher Goodwin
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