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Relevant but still hesitant in me telling this
two boys, one code, two lives, one story
two different views on the world
and you thought it was swine before pearls
Take a look inside the eyes and see the pain
That hides behind the the broken mirrors and blurry lines
That block your vision
So you can see what's happening in the system,(suppression)
first little story bout a boy named gene
talks bout him hisself and he
a broken home is where he resides
Took to the streets where he learned to grind
His father had abandoned his mother was an addict, and frantic
He needed cash quick but he didn't have education to go and get a job
So back to the streets where he had to go rob(regret)
long down the road he was hitting licks and pimping tricks
drowning in his own expense,
All for the quick feel for the loot,(but when he had it)
he turned quick from knocking boots, he joined up with a gang
and then proceeded to slang
his life then started to change
walking with chains and just a lil more change
the streets had took over his brain then
a couple months later he was riding deep
Evading heat, the tires screech
he packed a piece, initiation, yes it seems
hunt the target, join the team
rolled down the window, felt the breeze
Cocked his gun and then he squeezed
The world would freeze
The tears were freed, the bullet streamed
it hit the kid right in his head(death)
and then he fell straight to his knees
The second story's bout a sole survivor
tough, naive, these words describe him
Still a youth but knows the truth about the world that he's living in
Saw his family get cut down like dividends
now he has to decide for himself
Live by the gun or die looking for wealth see this boy is hector
he was born on the biracial side of the spectrum
his memories let him, see that he came from a black and Latina
grew up round gangsters, killers and dealers
all because it was the family business
they tried to get him to join, persuade and insist
but he said he wasn't having it
he didn't wanna battle with no man, for no loot, he spoke truth
and as his head hung, a tiny bell rung
some violence was about to ensue
then his mama got popped in the head
One shot and she's dead
and another followed quickly in his dads lung
he was gasping and wheezing, crying and bleeding
But right before he died he slid the piece to his son
And told him to run
he got outta there, bullets hit the air
but he didn't care, he was really scared
so he did like he was told and ran down the block
two lefts and a right, he was not ready to fight
so when he felt the coast was clear he started walking
but with an eerie feeling he felt someone was stalking
He picked up on his speed, with the blood on his T
looked up at the trees, and he thought he was free
but with that last thought, he swallowed his heart
That's when he got shot, he felt that a bullet had went in his head
and that is when hector fell right to his knees
Pace yourself and notice the fakes that's over your shoulder
they hold magazines like rolling stone or more like pushing boulders
All my life I want the recognition
Wether it comes from fame or running missions
in my mind I hold a proposition
Take my time and soon people will listen
all my life I wanted to do good
give back to the fam get my homies out of the hood
All my life talk to god hope I don't miss him
forgive my sins please let us out of the system