St. Clair

Bismillah Bismillah In the name of God Beneficent the most merciful Cleveland what's up Ain't you from St. Clair I heard it ain't no saints there Well I'm from 79th to be exact Where most young boy they carry straps And most houses they call them traps Where even the cats are stressed out Everybody rap wanna be the best out we all love the hood but still Hoping to be the next out Its tic tac toe I just don't wanna be x'ed out So we don't care about your DM Roughriders roll on you in the AM or the PM And we don't feel protected from police when we see them So they become our sworn enemies Now wouldn't wanna be them, For real GM That's if you get to see the morning Most young boys die don't even get to see the warning It's a daily tsunami but still my brain storming Around a bunch of wanna bees Swarming I'm from down the block where Jesse ran Where Langston wrote Where UNIA met Where Malcolm spoke Where those riots, they made Hough choke Where Dr King helped us with Carl Stokes I'm from Cleveland Yea the place Where superman was born Around the corner, where Ruby Dee would perform yea I'm from St. Clair Yea yea it ain't no saints here But for sure Gods people reside because Glenville They've been real That's gods people like Israel Or Ghana complexion of Botswana Some of us drown in poverty We piranhas in Collinwood they looking for peace (Dalai Lama) But down the way gimme that peace gimme that llama Blam Blam To anyone who disrespect the fam They was ready to jam for that bread Cause on kinsman they come for your head Just like a barber On superior they got more choppers Than your barber A life for a life These young boys they like to barter But they killing babies, They killing women They got t get smarter they got to get smarter And on Harvard They just making it harder For the young boy who wanted to be a father Who's trying to go farther Trying to go farther man goodness gracious Yeah and on west 25th the young Boricua Will take you out quick This stuff is sick With the wrong clique You hear that clack click you Betta stack quick Cause MS13 & them felons They don't play around these parts you better have heart and the Strap to pull no bull but much beef on these streets cause Its deep (Its deep) Its deep (Its deep) Yes, I'm out here marching saying black lives matter But some of our people, they acting like black lives don't matter Damn Don't you know these bullets got karma, you take that boy brother He's coming back for your mama And your brother and your sisters We stuck in the frame We don't even get the picture They killed my only son you ain't hear that mother whisper whoever Own them jails we sure making 'em richer That dog food turn a young teen into a young fiend The percocet keep that girl in a dream or a nightmare Where we from Freddy, Chucky, and Jason they couldn't last a night here They moved their white here For gucci belts nike airs 18 years old with a head full of white hair It's so bright here but the violence make afternoon feel like night here The funds is tight here And because the funds are tight here They'll take your life here I mean like right there Yeah Can you imagine that hurt The same one that she birthed Got to put in the dirt Can you imagine the hurt The same one that she birthed Got to put in the earth Put in the earth When the earth got to put her earth in the earth