Ode To Tha Slums (Julius Luciano's Interlude)

[Julius Luciano] This is my ode to the slums This what I feel I owe to the slums I'm talkin' about the hoes and the drugs and the dope dealers [?] bitches, go-gettas, gold diggers, broke niggas hopin' for funds The old strippers with 4 kids and no sitters The old niggas posted at liquor stores not knowin' that O.E. won't fix a broke ticker All that should sum it up Fall back I ain't done, know what? We all have to love the slums if we from it I know some only have the stomach to stomach the squalid living conditions Plenty poor people pray for a pot to piss in But dig it, many more men are murdered for minor shit But just listen, you dead if you stare Too long, you gone, you dare to move there? Gun laws, who cares to honor em? Niggas will shoot lead from llamas killing any niggas within 2 square kilometers Nah, I ain't finna shoot, Isaac stop the beat, let me get intricate I don't believe in that fiery place with Satan What I'm finna tell, you should inspire a great debate man See really hell is what I'm ironing, K's is blazing I'm lying and crazy apes just dying to taste they prey man Where killers dwell, see I ain't buying no crazy statements In 2012, the ancient Mayans say God will erase the nation We don't have to wait for Armageddon to come cuz I feel like Armageddon's the slums Now hold up, where I'm from God finds you a way to make it The broke T.V's with the pliers that change the station The old ass buildings with no fire escapes The architects designs implying you can't escape it The slums, it feels like one big cul-de-sac But I love the slums, that statement I won't retract My ode to the slums Gone..