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I Knew
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It's Happening
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Nobody Knows
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85ers
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Holy Man
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You've Been Gone
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Like its your story on the page,
Life on the line, oratory on the stage
Like you are the good bad and ugly
If just us sorry you'd have to love me
Money Gang went all Lost Boys on Drexside
Wooly fade with a small spot on the left dyed
Dog days Lord of the Flies death cries
Come Labor all the shottas in that set died
That summer Ma Houston had the trash-fires
The dog found a rat carcass in the quagmire
Wifey warned don't park the new whip there at night but
She out of town I'm in the stu til the track tied up
Scene like I conjured Goosebumps Black Stein stuff
Wonder if my unborn child heard his mama screaming
I'm coaching her and these boys on how to calm they breathing
She on the phone from Mexico with our own in vitro
Just take my shit so I can watch my seed grow
Like you know what I been thru in the stretch
Proving the rep moving some steps doing the best
Like if you knew the real jewels still could fetch
Life flows through this pen oops there's a catch
Dead in the eye bass in my voice on grown-up shit
Theirs hitting high "bro spray that pole get it ova wit!"
Whooooa! Just get the bag and be about yo bitness
You'll be the one committing murder they'll just be yo witness
Like you hear the wisdom I've gained
and think it should be passed down to a kid with my name
Like I did my dad before he left this earth
Wasn't perfect but I gave my son his name for a rebirth
Not a flinch stared directly in his eye sockets
"Yo, turn the fuck around!" - Started running my pockets
Aint it wack they nabbed my bag: a whole quarter in it
"Did they grab my damn keys?" Heard em start the engine
Like you knew the youth like you I grew to make the note
And all the hoops I'm moving through for schools to pay the quotes
Like you've been there for the good bad and ugly
If no lives you could spare would have to love me
Fast forward I'm alive so not all that mad since
I finna claim their joyride for all the body damage
Despite my politics about the pigs
Still I was quick to flag one down and ask to call my sis
Got the spare then dialed for a Smith and barred the crib
Doubted they would want revenge but let the trauma in...
Sometimes I still think I am on the mend
Semi-normal for a couple weeks until the rumors start to leak:
They pushed our whip around the streets committing robberies
On the way from copping trees
Get a call from police
Thank heavens cross that lot off Cottage onto Evans
Heard the scanner code: 20007
Hit and run unattended ain't catch one of them ninjas
Like you feel how glad I was to see our ride in tact
Morning classes far west side cuts the time in half
Like you know how we needed to feel we might relax
Refocus on the fetus inside who finally danced
Shawty at the Sharks on Cottage auntie lost her godson
Thought he god molliwopped squady robbed the wrong one
While my ride is still impounded for forensic search
Bloody nights 47th down to 51st
Like you think I'm from the E. Hyde Park side
Until you hear my art or start to see my dark side
Like you too escape the scenes of these painful dreams
Waiting for the day they cease like an angel's wings
Called to drive it off the lot walking by the barbershop
Skinny talking shit arm-in-sling caught outside his spot
Said he got it popped not before he saw the body drop
Bittersweet: new father, too, months before his heart was stopped
Like you know he the broski they cross the line
Just had a shortie here's hoping the mama's fine
Like I'm all you have to hold through good bad and ugly
If part of your soul you would have to love me - All The way
Dang why wont our phones connect like they used to?
Cause the whole gang's go straight to Bluetooth
Chi town forensic detectives like who knew
Now you do they act naught to thwart disaster
Cops are boo boo yet bad karma working faster
Full circle action turned the strip to a Mobius
Crew shrunk fast as short trips on the Proteus
A Lonely trip each time they went one way
Folk vanished from the runway this plane won't take the gunplay
The weather and the hood cool simultaneously
Better mood for us to soothe a crying baby to sleep
Then so far the loudest "boom! whine" rang through the streets
In my boulevard flowers balloons lay by the trees
Like you know I can't make this shit up
Steps from where we met last of they clique get snuffed
Like we never felt a hint of animosity
And know the difference between justice and reciprocity
Tragic riddle that should hurt your head
What does a statute limit when all the perps are dead?
Sadly, I forgave them all before the first one bled
Given a chance would have taught them all more worth instead
To the youth on the south side, west side: We can do this better, together.
AQ 2019
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