Uh, L.A., uh huh, Chi-Town, Philadelphia, PA
Ain't it?
Uh, L.A., yeah, Chi-Town, Philadelphia, PA
Listen, pick any city, the Southside, the outside
It isn't pretty, the tots cryin' and shots fired
Protection there be the lopside and cop kind
You see the scene of a crime like every stop sign
My section of twenty-one pound is downtown
They walk around with their guns out, it's wild how
The youngins is dumb proud, followin' the crowd now
Leading the blind with their minds up in a sound cloud
Ain't a lot of sunshine when you on the front line
Listenin' to the ghetto drumline, duckin' one-time
Thinkin' how the devil doesn't tire even sometime
Wonderin' how the fuck could one's rhyme be this unkind
Everybody cold to me, seem as though this bullshit
The only thing that's sold to me, bein' told we should hold on
Gettin' old to me, I'm about to buckle
'Cause holdin' tight got my hands fully white knuckled
And to be honest, tomorrow is not promised
Whether you on the streets of Chicago or Botswana
You gotta be rock solid, not to be outsmarted
To rise from rock bottom to one of the top scholars
I never asked what's the secret of success
With a target on your back and it's scarlet on your chest
Listen, just get it, not a minute to rest
This is not a test, settle for the best, nothin' less, dig it
Pick any city, the Southside, the drought side
When EMSs arrive, well, it's about time
People who just get their tops fried get outlined
Minutes and seconds go clockwise, but not mine
Where I'm from, it's a war scene where morphine
Scream for more fiends, Zoloft and Thorazine
We don't subscribe to the grand scheme
The plan seems to be keepin' us all sick, sellin' the vaccines
Ain't a lot of fun time when your only son dyin'
And your world's comin' untied from the inside
Guess between affection and depression, it's a thin line
Stress and pressure here is multiplied ten times
Everything is blurred to me, blessings deferred for me
Fam said it's been a long term since they heard from me
My lil' homie never made it out of surgery
Sometimes I feel like South Philly tryna murder me
First, everybody's upset 'cause you died
Then you're like, "Wait a minute, man
I ain't the one who's dead, he's the one that's brown bread"
Huh, so in comes the second line, ya dig?