Dusty Bake Activate
Fukk your corny debates
Vision the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to Ernie Barnes nikka
But mines is more ghetto more guns more drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons

Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fukk out
Park benches broke, a nikka stretched out

Jumped off the roof to his death its real
Hand Ball walls displayed with the RIP mural

Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing

Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke
And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful over the projects

What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at

If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes nikkas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Street life

Prodigy > Edgar Allen Poe
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at almost on every song, the 1st sound is a hi hat
