Take your pick on what killed ya
I came out a town in gangs Cuz fo' sho' sin abounds and round these parts Crowns is made of tin foil And them boys play Halo with real guns Right there I blang slang Our Papi pound the ground And out came all humanity Sharpie ink laced with mercury Magnetic raps to draw out all impurities Round the time the good Lord took mama winnin With curb servers and griots That's such an L. A. Reference All good if you don't get it But for those who would listen I break you out your radio prison Redefine manhood, blackness, and time Let me fashion you some shades Introduce you to a trend that transcends the will of men
We came to redefine cutter
Hey, I'm literate in graffiti From the heart of the city That Stevie lived just enough for Jackson, Mississippi: My people toiled the soil And share croppers' pop coppers got they kin lynched in That was the lynch pin of the mass migration into Texas Rest of us would push west still Wanted better for they kids And landed in Southern Cali Who knew it was a war zone, my uncles got recruited in Shawn and Kiona seen death out in Compton But they ain't fall victim We should have framed the tax return and moved us to Covina There I met the mic and spray can instead of blue rags And fell in love with flairs and entiendo Spanglish Stand on my own and rep the Son of Man And brand my own chest so I would never blend in