The Bronx & Queens In The Summer (Outro)
Joswun
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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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