Flatline (Nightmare)

Where my homeboy heartbeat at I can't feel shit People mad at me thinking that I lost my grip My bro was my brother and I meant that shit Now he gone and somebody gotta pay for this Momma told me my friends all stepstones My brother lay dead with his chest gone Then I wake up from a dream and I think about everything I can't let it happen in my head wrong Young nigga now he violent on the top side Wasn't ready for the life but I had time Momma didn't even know that I had it on the low In my opinion I turned out just fine Now niggas mad that I go ape shit I want peace but for that, I gotta take it Make yo eyes roll back Last thing he heard blat Now niggas wanna love on that fake shit No nigga I ain't have no love Momma gone Hood cold So it fit like gloves Cried at first hit Second hit I lost my lungs Then I hit them with a sleeper Now he all laid up His momma crying But I still smile at her I'm dreaming that I'm covered his brain matter I'm nine one nine It'll settle after Eyes now stuck red from the crying factor I was a good kid stuck up in a mad city bad guys round corners kept my mind busy Momma wanted me to stay up in the house Be as quiet as a mouse Now trouble had a problem with me I ain't really wanna be violent Momma made sure my school private But the violence back home had a hold on the low And the rage in my mind won't go silence Now I'm older Them dreams got me stone-cold sober I just got lucky that OG ain't touch me or I'd be one dead ass soldier Niggas lie in they raps Claiming they carry straps Know nothing bout locking that shoulder I was close to that but then I found rap Now I'm here and I do what I'm supposed to Young nigga ain't surprised by the gang life Been around it taught about it and it ain't right But my homie dead by my brother's homie So I guess after all we ain't turn out just fine I'm surprised everybody on gang shit Anime and hand grenades became basic Every nigga was a nerd till a nigga heard the word Now he gotta go up it on they shit This a story of a nigga still hurting But another niggas life ain't worth it And I'm still thanking my moms though she was always gone She made sure that my coffin not too big Everybody wanna go act crazy Mommas crying laying hands on they babies But the streets don't care Everyone be scared And there's cracks in the streets like the 80s