Some folk learn the hard way, locked up readin the Quran or Bible
For them these scriptures became vital,not lookin to kill themselves
But they habits were suicidal, I ain't rappin just for recital
This is just how the streets plays,with the rough cracks and the blood
stains
The folk hustlin for ice so they can ease the harsh pains of their
reality
And they pray only hopin not to be another causality, and they stay
stoned
Cuz the techs, and brutality make the hood another war zone
The hood traditions needs renovations, it's all a big fuss
So they end up like the books in the weak schools, collectin some dust
The education system ain't worth the trust
Every man for themselves is a must, every days a struggle for a buck
And niqqas need green fast, cuz sand is tippin over the hour glass
Open minded folks is walkin a narrow path, weatherin hopin the showers
pass
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