Common Story

Lemme tell you a story a kid who's pops wasn't really wit him Just three brothers and his mother grew up struggling in the system Shit you probably heard before a common story that we living Where you only get two choices and that's either dead or prison So you better ride wit it before you turn into victim Tae found dis out young streets influenced his decisions Though moms was struggling she was hustling going to school and stacking bread Tryna make sure that her babies don't make it out this city dead Income taxes in the mattress she was planning it ahead Project living for many years thought this shit would never end Then one day she caught a break moved her kids up out this place That bread she stacked up in that mattress finna finally set em straight Got a job wit that degree things was really going good Her kids almost graduated and they finally out the hood Tae got everything he could want now it's fazo's on the feet Designer clothes house in the burbs now the fam can really eat Everything he asked for what more could a kid really need But tae 18 now unc introduced him to the streets See tae out the hood but the devil tryna meet Evil don't discriminate usually preys upon the weak Even though tae doing good the devil got him by his teeth So he takes up tios offer a new life he's never seen Started off slow a couple g's of tree Got some money stacking now tae eating off the streets Told tio put him on I'm tryna get off wit these p's Now tae the hottest in the school to all the feens like whatchu need Unc said if you pushing shit like that gotta start riding wit the heat Showed him how to use that bitch now tae feeling like the man Kids get strapped up it gives a power they never had See tae fucked up the pound but it's ight he gotta plan Started using that strap now to take anything he can Now he's robbing runnin apartments the true devil dance New client hit his phone said he need a couple zips Tae suspect at first but he ain't even finna trip Now bro pulling up but tae forgot it on his hip All black charger lights off tae got his weight up in the whip Brodie ups it on him said we going for a trip Long story short tae called up bro now homie laying somewhere 6 But something snapped in Taes mind lotta shit been on his head Ain't forget the strap after cant let em play him like a bitch See Tae almost flipped the pound he off by one zip So he calls up bro n em finna hit a quick lick Niggas said they was wit it you ain't even fonnatrip Got a shorty to pick em up this time he ain't forget the strap Lick real easy walk up show the heat and take the pack So they pull up to the alley lights off it's like 1'o clock Started off slow being easy making small talk Now they asking for the pack the kid saying money first And before you knew it tae pulled the glock out straight out shorty purse But the kid wasn't going he strapped up the same as tae Grab shorty by the neck and the put the glock in shorty face Told tae run the money or he blowing shorty back So much running through his mind ain't have time to react But the Devil took over next thing you heard was click clack Brodie laying dead hurry grab the pack and hits the dash Tae skirting off now so many thoughts up in his head Over one ounce of weed he had to leave a nigga dead Now he got back to the crib wonder how he gon live Like If this shit catch up to him can he really do that bid Thoughts racing can't evade em but tae asked for all of this Now he stressing lord help him like forgive me for my sins But not god it was the devil who helped with all of this Few days go by he tryna put his thoughts at ease He praying talking to the sky like lord please Walked out the crib to clear his mind next thing he heard was sir freeze Feds outside hands on ya head don't move get on ya knees Tae tryna stay calm keep cool try and think Now cuffs on wrist in the back of that limo tint So much shit on his mind just a kid who wanna live Wish he could go back 6 to the days they played as kids But no time to reminisce tae locked up in that station Sat down for questioning the feds investigate him Tae staying solid know the feds gon try and play him He asked why he's a suspect and why they had to take him Then the feds pull out the paper his best friends on the statement Like damn you could say we ain't expected nun of this But if you rewind time tae was meant for all of this A young black kid who grew up struggling in the projects He had to get it how he lived which was trapping shit or robbing A classic story of a nigga who came from section eight apartments See the thing about this story is it tends to repeat Same story different nigga same city different street Different kid getting robbed same shoes on his feet They can gentrify the hood but they can never change the seed Only life we ever knew by 8th grade selling weed Junior year starting moving up to pressed pills and lean No role models we was products of the typa shit we seen Senior year we was in it for real started riding wit the heat By the time we graduated cuz facing life at 18 You could say we signed up for this but in my hood that's how it be If I could say one thing I got some advice however If he ask you to dance you better say never A wise man once said dancing with devil could last you forever