Willy Pete

Yea Look I used to know a lil dude by the name of Willy Pete Fighting for his lil life in the cold and lil streets Looking up to niggas with no goals and gold teeth Wanting to be just like em He strode the long beach He would only ever dream of being above 6 feet Looking down on all the shorties who want it but can't reach Tough but can't preach His soul was night deep He'd hold his lil Dino and pray to Didn't give a f*ck who he prayed to Long as they heard pleas Long as they stood beside him alone He prayed harder That he was welcome amongst the kids with no fathers Parental lacking, crack addict, passionless home bodies See, Willy had a devil on his shoulder He named him Jimmy And James was selling aims of strangers looking pretty Told him you can do what you want if you put your mind to Little did he know his feeble brain was tryna climb too Headed to the park to find a nigga he could lie to Told him, bro I'll sell anything you give me, I can ride too Shit I'll die too for any set, so he tried to Pass it off as hustling but his pride forgot to lie too Got his shit rocked and split his lips till he was blind to Anything but pain, but he protected what was vital Took the bag and ran to hide his treasures from his rivals Emptied out the bag, he felt the surge of something primal Rolled it up and smoked it down Till it was ashes Felt his soul dip from his body Thought he was passing Thought he'd meet his granny next to ancestors and dapped em Clutched his little heart and said his peace to any asking He couldn't wrap his head around this situation How he ended up addicted to a life of kissin' pavement Feigning praises, chillin in the back of pews racin' Wishing he could take a blunt and wrap it up in pain, shit Few years later he got his mind right Started working out and planning out whole his life Met a girl who told him everything is alright Long as she was with him everything is alright Type of shit he told himself when he was walking home from sin And shit that left him feeling hollow Like an empty dish She let him get his anger out but never split Kind of girl he'd wanna wife if all things considered Yet and still he wasn't ready for the baby brewin' Threatening his goals Wake him up from dreams of gold Dashing off was easy goals He convinced himself he'd better lam Cuz it's better to be sorry Than admit you're not a man Couple months of drinks and bitches passed and he was happy Left it all behind and made himself into a savage Never pressed by lil niggas with unrealistic pipe dreams And light schemes Walking on beaches to fight fiends Till the day he was coolin' with new ones on Freddy's couch Faded out of his mind James long left the house The news was blaring somethin' bout a beauty lost and found A woman in her twenties hanging off a rusty balcony It's bout to be something tragic Jimmy told him with a smile Willy's eyes widened bloodshot Attention focused now The beauty that they found was survived by her little child She'd named him Willy Jr. He was almost 7 now Willy knew exactly what became of the love he left in the rain While he was craving a life that's more akin to something flagrant He knew then the world would be better if he just died No one would miss him He looked in his love's eyes Now listen every single I've told you is a lie There is no Willy Pete or James or Freddy in his prime Just telling stories Patched from past stories told in passing at the bus stops I frequent when I'm cruising past the beaches that I preach in Nigga