Old Block

I grew up near a porn shop, next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot

Next to a bar full of bikers yea a dope spot
Jim & I's yeah two died five more shot
Shooter had grenades and an AK-47
Now I hear somebody yellin (hey hey)

Clear the whole block
Thirteen, short
Bulldog with his lobes cropped
Khaki Dickies shorts pulled up blanco socks

Representing C O
Yeah the whole box
Life is like a
Fuck you, take the whole box

Life outlined in choc-a-let'em all watch
Bodies in the street getting caught now there's no talk
No platitudes, no bullshit, no plot
Where's your attitude now kid and it don't stop

Had an enemy and a friend they were both shot
One had it coming the other he had a whole lot
To offer to the world before he left it
It's a cold drop in a bucket for those who wept but never phoned cops

Slow it down slow it down
Cuz if it come around it goes around, goes around
No it don't op-timism it ain't got no heart
If you can't stop digging holes in your own yard

I grew up near a porn shop, next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot

Rapping at a party till I heard a gun go pop
Everybody running in the smoke and out the door
Pop, pop, pop there's even more shots
Left the young'un leaking on the floor like an old mop

The inner G in me was clouding up my own thoughts
I ain't a G but what i mean is what I watched got no shock
That type of energy is so dark
Tryna clean my state of mind up with a soap box

That's grown talk, Colorado, box state
State of mind, brain washed, get it? That's a soap box
No cus a rapper like me gets no props
I don't look the part or play the part, I ain't an actor I got no props

You see a little bit of pride do a whole lot
Homie had a little .45 he a show cock
He in my ride like drive I'm like no ock
You gonna get me 4 to 5 on a co-op

Sing along, sing along
And if you don't belong, don't be long, don't be long or that's a throat chop
He shut the door and then the door locked
Lead in hand where you be-headed man

He said the old block next to a porn shop, next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot

(Porn shop)
(Old lot)
(Liquor store)

It always starts out simple then it goes far
Saw a kid get crippled by a crowbar
Then kicked in the temple
He was limp they were mental

Cus he meant to do the same but it flipped
And now he getting hit in the brain
By the weapon that he threatened them with
And it came from his own car

That's that system circling no star
That's that imprisoned son when he don't know, Pa
The ones he know found dead on a boulder
Tom, Abe, George and Ted all faux pa's

Yes sir, no sir, here's a gold star
GI Joe, gung ho, what you know, doc?
Where your pops at kid he's a soldier
You know they're instrumental yeah no bars

Still they pull up in fatigues
On some teens without a means
Sign them up for the marines and they'll go far
Speed 'em up, Speed 'em up

PTSD eats 'em up, eats 'em up
And it don't stop
Memories like these got a no knock warrant on these old thoughts
Yeah of the block

I grew up near a porn shop, next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store, next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot