It's Deep

HOOK It's deep niggas on the streets got stress Used to be only the police wore vests I just can't get stretched over no bullshit And I ain't never seen nobody name on bullets Used to be we couldn't...now we can but don't We can--finally help folk but won't I can't point no finger cuz I always got my heater I'm trying to improve but I ain't no saint neither Somebody told me I wouldn't be shit-when-I'm-grown Somebody else said cover up ya dick-when-you-bone Another taught don't forget what you got-at-home And that the number one killer is testosterone I know cuz I've been guilty of cockin'-the-chrome If it comes to me and you? I'll put a shot-in-ya-dome It gets hot-in-the-zone that's when ya humble-beginnin's Give way to tunnel-vision and disgruntled-livin' You work hard--then the Feds crumble-your-winnin's That's why these wife beaters nut up and pummel-their-women You never know till you hear a thug mumble-repentance As the judge lets down the gavel to double-his-sentence Any trouble-you-get-in writes your ticket-to-life Expect to go to hell if you livin' wicked-and-trife The media got us addicted-to-hype...videos-too Ain't you know they give that shit back when the video's-through? It's pitiful-dude the youth done lost-the-focus All they wanna do is floss-the-most-whips and knock-the-dope-chicks Ain't you know the cops-can-smoke-kids...and walk free When you locked up ain't the time to find out you claustrophobic HOOK If you got it to spend ain't nothin' matter-with-that Even better if you got yours without havin'-to-clap Ya habitat made you...the rest came after-the-fact You just supply demands you ain't create they passion-for-crack I remember as a kid I was laughin'-at-cats With drunk junkie parents like those children askin'-for-that Now they the same ones out here blastin'-they-straps Cuz they think that's the only way folk sit back-in-them-'Lacs The way we're brainwashed to buy name brand fashions-is-wack And how folk trade their kid's nutrition rations-for-that We got youngins in grade school brandishin'-gats Ain't no more fist fights at best ya head get cracked-in-with-bats Gulls make money strippin' out here flashin'-they-cat Then when rent's due some of them be sellin' ass-in-the-sack Explainin' to their daughter "who that man-in-the-back?" And why he came through got some ass then did that vanishin'-act You may think yo seed ain't cognoscente of habits-you-rack And how you buy things even though you got no cabbage-to-stack But the corner thugs do-they'll take advantage-of-that It's a vicious cycle violence has a massive-impact HOOK That's my word ain't got much else of worth to put-it-on Just glad to be alive there's other ways it coulda-gone When I look-along the curb-at-misfortune...I'm forced to Proceed with-caution fighting first person-distortion Paid dues but need to be reimbursed-what-it's-costin' Knowin' that as bad as it gets...it's worse-in-the-coffin It hurts-often so I lean on family-to-cope...when that don't work And I get stressed I got panties-to-poke And Mary-to-smoke cuz she understands-my-pain Folk s'posed to be down but underhanded-with-thangs But-I-plan-to-change and rise to a state-of-perfection We all players and this business is a hater's-profession Make-the-connection? Sometimes you gotta take-the-concessions Ain't nobody givin' you nothin' you crazy-to-question Daily-reflection have you trippin'-for-real... I'm stressed with-these-bills, my shawty plus gettin'-a-deal Sometimes...I get pissed and place hollow-tips-in-the-steel Fittin'-the-bill of a murderer...itchin'-to-kill That's when I come to my senses and scratch-the-urge Put a match-to-the-herb and attack-with-words... HOOK