VISIONS THRU THE ABYSS

Ay im boutta run up these bands and put some up for my son And i'll run up a few more just to show y'all some And I might just f*ck with the bitches who don't play too nice Get you sliced and diced or paying for double the price And I'm coming up with my shooters out from Gun Hill Road Product of my environment pay me for double the load So I could flip it, bring it back, and kill the hoe who stole Man she not low, look like she needs some more uh Growing up poor man, living like a doorman Knocking for some sugar, wait Now I can't think straight F*ck! it was crack rocks Cooked it in the crockpot Hide it in my damn sock Now I'm tweaking jaw locked Bring the whole city down Drug addiction feed the town Can't talk to the neighbors they always asking for favors To me and my religion, theres sanity and decision I'm telling you I see visions of Buddha and all his children The city still going crazy (crazy) Crack babies born in the 80s Material is the icon, might buy me a black Mercedes I'm rollin round with my killers who fucking on them old ladies And bitches fucking for money your body was once a temple Selling herself for cash (what?), decision she made it fast The one thing she have is ass, she used it just do some math Ole baby that once was crying Now stripping fucking and lying (nah) To pay off that little mortgage F*ck momma should've aborted Whoa, maybe not aborted but still not fully supported Cause momma was never there, she told her that life ain't fair And daddy aint coming round (no) Forgot that his eyes were brown (what?) All I remember was this, my vision through the abyss Don't question me when I don't stop at the red light I've seen too many movies, might come for my one life (one) This city really like that, move wrong and it's on sight I'll tell ya bout young man moving left he don't know right Okay, walk out on the street and you could tell he's on parole Looking over his shoulder quick to blast on any hoe (!bop bop bop!) Started from the projects elevated to the cell And mommy left him too, ain't no one here to pay his bail Okay, you can say he's crazy and at life already failed (he's crazy) But f*ck what you expect this man done really been through hell It's fucked up they try to paint you as a criminal This life you had to live been so far for minimal and This moment right here will be known as the pinnacle and The way the children watching they've been looking cynical and Man I said it's f*ck what they telling me Half these kids running around catching minimal felonies The cops won't catch him, but the streets will never set him free Paranoid mindset, like a dog stuck on a leash City got a hold and I pray that he won't just lay deceased Too many killings man, the kids can't even stay asleep