Child of the Streets (Man Child)

Yo, the fruit don't fall far from the tree Yeah, uh My grandfather use to tell me This place ain't got nothing to offer you Don't you see all the changes everybody going through This family got problems and they do too But everybody wanna tell you what they think you should do He said watch them so called friends and them girls too Sonny do you like they did Jesus crucify you As he sat there in his chair looking out the window I'm thinking when you can't get away where do you go? (Inside your mind) man child never had a chance to be young Either you selling drugs or out there on the binge strung for some There's only two places to go the morgue or the Pen For some school is an option entertainment to alternate them Then they'll try to exploit you discriminate you Use you as a tool make money and live in luxury off you And we so confused we wanna believe in something So they promise us the world but give us nothing I say we can be all in this together Yeah, will you end up like, your family tree Tell me what you gonna do what you gonna do What you gonna do Your mind ain't too far from the sky The death of a loved one remind you of yourself don't it? Knowing you could be next at any given moment Like Twine I used to call him a brother of mine His pops was a drunk and his mother was blind He use to stay at my hose sometimes my moms didn't mind We was just nickel and dime hustlers wasting time Living in the streets targeted and forced to kill Dualistically we learned how to lie and steal Gangsters of the future modern days thugs Seem like me whole hood is covered in blood Traveling a ruff life in the eye of the storm Now I wear their life stories tattooed on my arm Psyc's grandmother passed away on April fools day Then her funeral was on her birthday shit is real My man had four baby moms and two on the way And trying to make a living for them passes away in vein God bless him, ask Skeeta Child of the streets well, well, well, well Will you end up like your family tree? Tell me what you gonna do 3X (Child of the streets, understand the habits Behind the child of the streets) They try to fuck my fame up tear my name up Turn around and sue me fuck my little bit of change up I knew it was going to be some shit to get me for some cream I saw it in my subconscious world like a vision At first it hurt me like a knife in the heart But by nature I continued to live out my part As art imitates life and life imitates art Don't respect the streets and they tear your ass apart It's important that my understanding understood But it's more important that it's understood in the hood And to all the females in the Pen stay strong Any day in jail girl is a day too long And for those who had to do what they did to slide Now running like a fugitive to save the live you live Put in a box saw my step pops He said boy Keith what the blood clot how much time you got? Child of the streets little sister Tell me where will you lay your head? Child of the streets little brother Where will you make your bed? Y'all tell me what y'all gonna do What y'all gonna do Tell me what y'all gonna do Tell me