VISIONS THRU THE ABYSS

Ay I'm boutta run up these bands and put some up for my son
And i'll run up a few more just to show y'all some
And I might just fuck with the bitches who don't play too nice
Get you sliced and diced or paying for double the price
And I'm coming up with my shooters out from Gun Hill Road
Product of my environment pay me for double the load
So I could flip it, bring it back, and kill the hoe who stole
Man she not low, look like she needs some more uh

Growing up poor man, living like a doorman
Knocking for some sugar, wait
Now I can't think straight
Fuck! it was crack rocks
Cooked it in the crockpot
Hide it in my damn sock
Now I'm tweaking jaw locked
Bring the whole city down
Drug addiction feed the town
Can't talk to the neighbors they always asking for favors
To me and my religion, theres sanity and decision
I'm telling you I see visions of Buddha and all his children
The city still going crazy (Crazy)
Crack babies born in the 80s
Material is the icon, might buy me a black Mercedes
I'm rolling round with my killers who fucking on them old ladies
And bitches fucking for money your body was once a temple
Selling herself for cash (what?), decision she made it fast
The one thing she have is ass, she used it just do some math
Ole baby that once was crying Now stripping fucking and lying (Nah)
To pay off that little mortgage
Fuck momma should've aborted
Whoa, maybe not aborted but still not fully supported
Cause momma was never there, she told her that life ain't fair
And daddy ain't coming round (No)
Forgot that his eyes were brown (What?)
All I remember was this, my vision through the abyss

Don't question me when I don't stop at the red light
I've seen too many movies, might come for my one life (One)
This city really like that, move wrong and it's on sight
I'll tell ya bout young man moving left he don't know right
Okay, walk out on the street and you could tell he's on parole
Looking over his shoulder quick to blast on any hoe (!Bop bop bop!)
Started from the projects elevated to the cell
And mommy left him too, ain't no one here to pay his bail
Okay, you can say he's crazy and at life already failed (He's crazy)
But fuck what you expect this man done really been through hell
It's fucked up they try to paint you as a criminal
This life you had to live been so far for minimal and
This moment right here will be known as the pinnacle and
The way the children watching they've been looking cynical and Man I said it's fuck what they telling me
Half these kids running around catching minimal felonies
The cops won't catch him, but the streets will never set him free
Paranoid mindset, like a dog stuck on a leash
City got a hold and I pray that he won't just lay deceased
Too many killings man, the kids can't even stay asleep