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stuck to the script

truthfully I didn't know how to act

young misguided and black

trying to catch up to my future was like running in a potato sack

living a real life zombie flick

crackheads in the middle of the night stealing your shh

so you learned to do without

face wet from the tears engulfed in the drought

dragged down by your peers

just a preteen trying to swallow liquid medicine to sooth the pain

cops storm the block

half the dudes you looked up to got shot

it rains when it pours on the poor

rubbing every lamp

wishing the bank people not outside knocking on your door

and every chick you meet you trying to convince to become a whore

because bills come first

you don't believe in love anymore

and why should you?

you were old enough to see how your dad never came back through those doors

the chances of opportunity is bleak

a black men at 25 has reached his street peak

plus you just seen your ex leak your so called best friend's brains out on the street

food for thought

now its hard for you to eat

even though there's no surprise

diner is chicken flavored top roman like every other week

you ready to rob a mf just to eat right

born at the bottom starring at the top of the morning

you thank God then get back to the job

thinking we all do dirt like worms

it ain't no shame in making money from low aims

prison numbers like bullets in the hood they don't have no names

but duet do

to conclude I need money so I gotta do what I gotta do.....