If there is to be art, if there is to be any aesthetic doing and seeing, one physiological condition is indispensable: frenzy. Frenzy must first have enhanced the excitability of the whole machine; else there is no art. All kinds of frenzy, however diversely conditioned, have the strength to accomplish this Truth over lies on my mic Truth is, I don't think I'm nice Nice at chasing a bag Or nice at being the man Or nice/at understandin/the tragic Spending nights/crying about my actions Puttin kids onto drugs Killing the youth, one by one Sad to say, I needed to live Sad to say; that life's a give and take/and I ain't getting taken today Second floor brownstone apartment Where it all started 14th and V, you'll see a 13 year old me Lil man, seen a lotta shit Been thru a lotta change Immature, 'til this day Still dealing with all the teenage angst I'm just happy I'm not trappin, and my dealer don't miss me If you got that, cool If not, I'll explain; just listen Young nigga, just tryna come up Grew up in the slums Never seen easy street It was just the cuzzos and fiends in the park across the street I was onna different wave Niggas ain't f*ck with me, but now ya f*ck with me So let them not f*ck with us A hood full of go gettas and felons Either they just came out Been out, doing nothing Or tryna get themselves into something Saw me looking bummy Playing ball in the courts and niggas would cut my ass Shoes talking when I'm walking They told me I had to get to the bag, but never taught me So I started with the gas Got a zip on the arm, bought two, then three; then a plate Lil man; thinking this life Well then, shit gonna be great So much gas, that the kush turned sour Not numbing my mind, all the background strife All this pain in my head Niggas in the ends getting yoked up or stabbed to death All this pain in my head, I needed that euphoria So I took a tab and a addie and decided not to crash My mental felt great The come down, didn't So I started takin whatever I can Goin into the bathroom, taking all the meds Hydromorphine My face started to drip My speech started to shlip I couldn't let my grandma see me like this So I went downstairs to the jungle With my pack Looking wolfy Continued selling/can't slip Even though the world around me was crumblin Hoes out on OP/and you couldn't pass Coney/without the questions/by the Police Lil niggas seeing my mans getting picked up Asking questions and you can't tell them the reason they idols are getting arrested is because you was hustlin and finessing Putting ya man's on to the things you was selling Turning the entire hood into dope fiends While you popping pills, you got vices, right lil nigga... but no fucking virtues
Written by: Lawrence Hernandez
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