Run It/Billy & The Child

Hey man, where the f*ck is Mario Judah Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Alright, so this how this shit gon' go I need all y'all motherfuckers to drop To the motherfuckin' floor With your hands on your heads This shit gon' be quick and easy Nobody gotta get hurt Just listen close Ay, ay, ay, ay All that cash, bitch, run it That new watch, bitch, run it That lil' chain, bitch, run it Them car keys, bitch, run it Boy, don't be no dummy Don't you try nothin' funny Cause I keep a drummy And I'll surely dump it All that cash, bitch, run it That new watch, bitch, run it That lil' chain, bitch, run it Them car keys, bitch, run it Boy, don't be no dummy Don't you try nothin' funny Cause I keep a drummy And I'll surely dump it Ay, man, where the f*ck is Mario Judah On the south side of Minneap- 39th and Oakland Ave Quad-plex in a trap In the top left apt, there was a baby OakBaby The child was mixed Hair nappy Skin pale Skinny lil' jit Cheeks chubby Wrists frail Only role models on the block Turned up dead or in jail Sound familiar? If it don't, then it will He couldn't sleep at night The sounds of police pistols and pit bulls Wait, that's not right It's the screams of fiends like pit wolves Or was it the baby's crying Mama's weepin Drunk fathers Kickin', beatin', ambulance In the streets at 3AM Every weekend Ghetto insomnia At 14 years old The child made a decision Like every other nigga on the block Money's his vision He want Jordans He want Gucci He wanna buy his mom a house He want money He want coochie But he took the wrong route Jumped off the porch and ran into a man Hmm, we'll call him Billy See, Billy had gold chains A nice car and his bike did wheelies Didn't seem like Billy had money problems But did he really? Billy saw the child Billy thought he'd be silly Billy took the child under his wing Called him his youngin The child didn't think nun' was wrong Boy, was he buggin Billy's intentions wasn't pure The child knew nun' The child looked up to Billy He liked the fact that he was thuggin Billy gave the child a gift His first gun The child got excited as shit He loves guns Billy taught the child when to use it And when not to Wherever Billy would point The child would click, clack, boom Billy gave the child somethin' else Another surprise The child waited Thought to himself What a great guy Billy reached in his pocket And pulled out a package A big brick that's all white He laughed and said Let's get it crackin' Hood Employment The child knew what he was doin' was wrong His parents taught him better But he didn't wanna get stuck in the hood alone He deserves way better He's tryin' to break the cycle But little did the child know He was already stuck in the cycle Black American psycho That's how they viewed him Them snow-colored white folk Vision polluted Racial tensions times twelve He didn't know why that hated him He just hated em too The white folks never treated him right He grew a plan for him too He went to Billy's house Banged on the door Billy let him in The child told Billy about the white folk Them evil white demons Billy was tired and angry That woke up a demon The child and Billy both possessed They slowly start scheming Home invasions and robberies Bullets flyin' through arteries Siren screams and the tires screech And the child has all these vivid dreams Wakin' up in cold sweats Shiverin' and his clothes wet Panickin' cause he's damaged Has trauma that he don't know yet There's blood on his hands By the age of fifteen The child has seen things no one's supposed to see Everybody was quick to judge him Cause being judgmental is free But actually listening to the child? Uh-uh, that ain't cheap It takes a strong soul to hear him out It's not for the weak The child blamed Billy He slowly distanced himself Billy thought that was silly Kids don't know what's good for themselves The child put down the gun Billy gave him The child picked up a mic The child downloaded SoundCloud The child started to write See one way or another The child was gon' make it happen The child started rapping Making a name for himself Keep in mind he's still broke It's all clout and no wealth But still Billy was envious Billy got mad as hell Billy started to plot on the child Billy let his plan set sail The child's phone rings The child answers The child's homies got in a fight They needed dancers The child jumped out of bed The child threw on his drawers The child's ready to fight He won't hesitant at all The child arrives at the scene In all black except his jeans But somethin' bout it won't right No it won't it all what it seems The child's homies jumped him The child was confused They whooped the child's ass The child's face black and blue When the child got home He put the pieces together The child knew it was Billy The child wasn't that silly The child's back on his bullshit The child's plottin The child's makin' a plan The child's gon' get it poppin GetBack mindset The child went to Billy's house But this time it's different The two were enemies this time They bond has been lifted The child snuck in the back Where he knew a window was cracked The child went up the stairs Where he knew Billy was at The child yelled Wake up fat bitch Billy's eyes widen Boy what the hell is this The child cries You was supposed to love me You was supposed to have my back You was supposed to be there for me You was supposed to- Billy rushed him The child's eyes closed tight *pop* *pop* *pop* Billy's dead The story you were just told Is completely hypothetical But what if it wasn't? What if you knew that child? What if that child was you? What if that child was me? Everyone seems to know the name TBD But ya'll don't know the meaning This is it. Troubled By Damage Troubled Babies Destroy Trauma Brings Destruction Hood babies, we are the child