Inland City Blues
Verse 2:
Staring at street lights, I been look at since toddler days.
Since the Sorcerers Stone, Harry Potter days.
Thinkin bout chicks that got away,
and my niggas thats gone and got shot away.
On my mind, theres a lot today.
25 left with a lot to say, but they want me to shut up and just ride away.
But not this guy. Oh no not this price.
5'9 but my heart tell me I'm 6'5.
I let my nuts hang low with my fist high.
All the fake shit don't get passes on this side.
See that'll get you slumped round here.
That'll get you jumped round here.
We don't fuck with punks round here.
We don't fuck with Trump round here!
It's the inner city blues.
Most try and many lose.
They let crooked ass cops just break the rules.
When young kid gets popped won't make the news.
Then you wonder why the young boy take the tool.
And kick doors, they ambition is get more.
Daddy in the pen, so it fucked up his mental.
Shells hit the window, mommy yelling out get low!
You know how that shit go... you know how that shit go? Same old cycle momma told me use my voice, thats the real reason why a real nigga spit for.
To remind my youth. I gotta remind my youth!
That wouldn't have created minds, combines, there aint nothing that you can fathom that we can't do.
White girl in the front row. she like price, can you sign my boobs?
I'm like "I would, but I'm too high. and thats off my path, I'm tryna find my truth, lets go.