The Bronx & Queens In The Summer (Outro)

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Young nigga growin' up way back
Had a fire for the streets, graffiti, and rap
In the car with my pops, whole neck coulda snapped
First time I heard rhymes over those boom baps
See pops was in the Bronx, ma duke was in Queens
I grew up on the train spendin' time in between
That was part of my journey, back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
Since elementary school at 122
Wit' Yvellis, Tanashia, the whole Queensbridge crew
Used to take the Q 19 A, to the 40 side
To see my classmates, we was shorty's on the rise
They was learnin', growin' up double time
Their environment was 10 times more grimey than mine
I was a little shy guy, girls flirted all the time
I just blushed and wrote my little rhymes
In back of the classroom, should've been paying attention
Hated school from day zero never pretended
And that never changed, but Queens in the summer
Gave me some of the best flashbacks as a young black boy in the come up
Got ass for the first time, gave birth to my first rhyme, got stopped by the cops wit their gun up
Thought I knew it all, didn't know shit
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' weed to the roach clip
QP's, Gertz mall nigga oh shit
Watchin' all the drug dealers, these niggas was so lit
Benz's Beamers, with the baddest divas
In the passenger seat, trunk rumblin' full of speakers
Insecurity struck, I need to shake that
Gettin' fresh went on my to do list asap
Big Gary from Merrick Blvd got hit
They shot him in the face but he lived, holy shit
I was only 13, he dated my older cousin
But it was obvious that broke is something he wasn't
Foreign cars, fly clothes, big chains
He took a bullet, two inches from his brain
From that point forward it wasn't the same
I ain't gettin' shot up or locked up, f*ck that drug game
My big brother used to sneak into the window
Four in the morning, with paint on his hands
Or bruises from the mosh pit when he used to see bands
At CBGB, thought it was creepy, could not understand
He'd come through, wake me up, f*ck, I had to stay up
Spray paints stains talkin' bout he just hit the layup
What the f*ck is that?
He'd be like stupid, that's where they park the train overnight on the tracks
And breaking down all the bands I never heard before
Leeway, Agnostic Front, and Murphy's Law
Shit sounded like devil music, too loud, found it confusing
Too young to understand I guess
Quiet dude introduced to the terror
At the height of the gun buckin' and crack era
We used to listen to Shan and Marley
Verse Krs and Scot la rock on the radio and block parties
Mom's couldn't keep me straight, had to vacate
Sent me to my pops, Teller ave and 168
Building 1230, first floor
Apartment 1F, up the hill from the corner store
Them kids uptown used to test me, on those blocks
Thought I was soft til I knocked a couple out they socks
Took a, couple of L's, a couple of brawls didn't go well
But f*ck it I came out of my shell
There was Mike Livingston, white boy Sean
We shot hoop through a milk crate, tied to the gate, there was nothing wrong
Little kids, nothing but love among us
Those drug infested blocks would soon take our innocence from us
But there was nothing like the Bronx in the summer
Gave me some of the best flashbacks as a young black boy on the come up
Fordham Rd, Skate Key, Loews Paradise, Grand Concourse, it was crazy
Comin', out of the building to play in the street
Empty, crack vials crumbling under my feet
Purple top, red top, crews, holdin' heat
TNT jumpin' out of unmarked cars for the sweep
It wasn't all bad, wasn't all pain
A lot of lessons that made me strong, I'll never change
The Bronx ignited my heart full of flame
A Mets fan, sittin' wit the bleacher creatures, at the Yankee game
I never forget the stones that sharpened my tools
Cafeteria battles, Stevenson High School
It was Soundview vs Castle Hill vs Bronxdale vs Bronx River that shit was mega real
Felt like forever we was rhymin
Then cut class, cross the street, Stevenson Commons
Til I dropped out, stayed sippin' Balantine
West Farms Rd, to Burnside and Valentine
Mott Haven projects, Patterson had the heart of lions
I get inspired, reflecting back on those times
Rest in peace my brother Ing
We called each other cousin's, he was into the street thing
He introduced me to killers and street kings
The kept a lot of those easy to reach things
Some of the sharpest minds I've ever met in my life
Told me ain't nothin free lord, everything got a price
Look a man in the eye, whether you're wrong or right
Keep them loud mouths at be, you'll be aight
I wasn't on the same rhythm
Some of them got murdered, some still in the system it inflated my wisdom
Up in the Bronx, by the D and the 4
Birthplace of the rhyme, punchline, and metaphor
Home of nameless as well as the famous
You'll find a Kool Herc, Fat Joe, and a Larry Davis
What I've learned is nothing short of amazing
One day it was heaven, next day, the devil's play pen
Just a part of, the education, that built my hunger
The Bronx and Queens in the Summer

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