The Hood's Deadly Theorem

Yo This life shit Hmmm You know, it got a price with It's type sick They deem you as guilty Before indictments The crackheads be on the pavement Inner demons they fighting with Purse snatcher He thought it was seamless Oh, he in Rikers Before he had a diaper A devil was thought Now, he a sniper And teachers said those lessons was taught Outside they classroom It started at home Before he turned eighteen The streets kept him too grown Supposed to be playing with Leap Frog Not a toy gun Parents don't watch him at all Then at court Screaming that's not my son! No guidance Even when he was young Poured his dad's liquor in a sprite bottle That's why he always was drunk Shoeboxes full of nicks and dimes Bottles of tums Pounds of powder stuffed under his bunk How you supposed to live When the majority of your life was kept under a tongue Gotta do better for our little ones Some say the good die young The hood where you come from Don't have to stay in it I feel for the ones That really don't have a say in it Now his whole life full of gang and business His fate lies in the hands of that damn percentage I see that cup as half-full That's actually word to Gabi You know I'm black Naturally, the cops'll harass me It's on a daily basis Filling up all my rap sheets Hoping these theorems don't distract me Growing up We used to look up to cops Nowadays, like the youth say They now our opps Think about the LA Riots Where innocents just got shot Or beaten up Same thing around here My memory's still hot I've heated up It's so much anger deepened much Because it's harder for blacks They say we dangerous and rough In honesty, it's all cap Well, take a look at my past They blame me for splitting the family Now, I gotta ask Why did my granddad abandon me Moms had me at age fifteen Shit's a calamity My grandma the only one through the years Who understanding me And mom You ain't have a plan B I had to go to court with you on some days Like damn This can't be That's why I keep myself reserved A lot of y'all bitch ass niggas get on my nerves Think how shit was real absurd Me and my sister speaks no words So be it Life just took a sharp left turn Had to slowly see it And I've grown decent But me and Sanye We both beefing You need your little boo to live cohesive? So egregious Whoever gave you my phone number Runs with the polices I pray for that day I can go meet him Talking about a threat or a promise You'll get dropped for no reason You sat there and watched him The voicemail's in my phone screening Lots of have-nots in this cold season F*ck it though Lone team with my own mascot Coming for more I see that cup as half-full That's actually word to Gabi You know I'm black Naturally, the cops'll harass me It's on a daily basis Filling up all my rap sheets Hoping these theorems don't distract me I see that cup as half-full That's actually word to Gabi You know I'm black Naturally, the cops'll harass me It's on a daily basis Filling up all my rap sheets Hoping these theorems don't distract me Word Gone, nigga