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Kid Buddha

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I be tryna explain to people man like
Especially those outside looking in
You see niggas dead in jail turn addicts buy you don't really understand how it got to that point
Like most niggas pops was missin moms was either an addict
Like if we homeless at 15 I ain't got no choice but to hustle
We didn't sign up for this shit for real
Lemme show you the world and how I see it through my vision
Money on they books is what my niggas get for Christmas
Lights on water running shit that most of us don't live in
Round here we call you lucky if you ended up in prison
Dads missing moms living off of government assistance
Hope lost early on cause opportunities wasn't given
Praying for a change lot of time on hopeless wishing
But that's the hood cycle and this shit just keep on spinning
Time and time again I kept asking where emotions went
Numbness grew within cause early on we felt the hopelessness
Lil kids to grown men always got it on our own n shit
Addiction took my mom resulted in sleeping in the coldest whips
Heart was in the streets cause we ain't really have a home as kids
Gentrifying wasn't considered cause they forgot of us
Parents also victims to the streets so that's who fathered us
Tears shed In fear of going back to where I started from
Survival of the fittest In my city how it always been
Resentment for my hood cuz that shit really took my closest friends
Ambition past the streets that's when I really had to focus in
A way out wasn't real we could've never ever pictured this
Santa can you pay my mommas bills on my Christmas list
Don't even seem real thinking back to what I was living in
Cycle keep repeating lost track on what the mission is
Keep quiet and wipe the tears of my face when I reminisce
Show you the world and how I see it through my vision
Money on they books is what my niggas get for Christmas
Lights on water running shit that most of us don't live in
Round here we call you lucky if you ended up in prison
Dads missing moms living off of government assistance
Hope lost early on cause opportunities wasn't given
Praying for a change lot of time on hopeless wishing
But that's the hood cycle and this shit just keep on spinning
Dope feens and killers was the hero's n the idols
Heart froze over ice running through his vitals
Pain got you searching shit I used to be just like you
Used to pray and say one day that god will go n break the cycle
But I Lost faith over time n I stopped talking to the Bible
We ain't learn from our mistakes and this shit just keep repeating
A city where shooting cool but you corny if you preaching
Where the next nigga gotta stay starving if you eatin
Blinded by conditions we ain't see a life beyond the streets
Another lost nigga was the only thing they saw in me
Better than the last was the shit that I forgot to be
Influenced by the past so I ain't believe in myself
Remember Looking in the mirror when was I seeking for help
Remember speaking to the demons I was tryna find a meaning
If I wanna stay eating then I'm squeezing niggas bleeding
N this shit just keep repeating it's the cycle of this hell
Lemme show you the world and how I see it through my vision
Money on they books is what my niggas get for Christmas
Lights on water running shit that most of us don't live in
Round here we call you lucky if you ended up in prison
Dads missing moms living off of government assistance
Hope lost early on cause opportunities wasn't given
Praying for a change lot of time on hopeless wishing
But that's the hood cycle and the shit just keep on spinning
They said that I was risking shit I never gave a f*ck about
Times I should've I quit who would've thought that Idda stuck it out
Ain't put it up to chance don't ever say I turned my luck around
Sleeping on the floor could say I got it off the fucking ground
Running in these streets over time know I was losing focus
Caught myself slipping cause them other niggas never noticed
Put back the pieces cause these streets done left me beat n broken
Couldn't show weakness even when everything was seeming hopeless
Sit downs in that station everyday I thought I seen my lowest
Just a teen fighting cases memories that keep me going
Another lost kid don't know why I chose to be the poet
Dead or locked up that's what they wanted from the system
We was only posed to be just some niggas from them buildings
Desperation turned innocent souls straight into killers
Lost a lot, shit made me numb right on that block you find my feelings
Mom missing meals so we could eat I'm tight I had to witness
Stamps for thanksgiving and donations gifts we got for Christmas
I Really hope you can hear me and understand the shit I'm talking bout
Poverty affected our vision and how we saw the route
My people fell victim to cycle wit no option out

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