Young black male

Crack done took a part of my family tree.
My mom was on the shit, my daddy was trippin'.
Uncle Jemiah just kept blaming me.
It was my fault because I'm a young black male.
Cops sweatin' an searchin' me,
as if to say my destiny is makin' crack sales.
Only fifteen and I got problems.
Cops on my tail, so I'll bail till I dodge 'em.
They finally pull me over and I just laugh.
They smile too and plant some drugs on my ass.
They takin' me in, for somethin' I didn't commit.
I must admit, my life's a bitch.

The baby child inside me is growin' up.
Don't want to grow up, so I keep throwin' up.
Move out of my parents house and now I'm free.
A young ambitious mind to succeed to be a G.
Now, I just brought me a brand new glock,
need protection cause shit's hot on my block.
Got me a crew, three niggas ready to ride and die.
By all means kill and shoot to survive.
We slangin' brown packets full of coke and breed.
Enough narcotics to bankrupt weed.
We buyin' watches, chains and all 'em other jewels.
Partying till four in the mornin', we fuck the rules.
A young black male, just havin' some fun.
Little does he know, soon his black ass will be on the run.

The don of the streets, tellin' me I got to hit a snitch.
And, when I'm done I got to bury the body in a ditch.
Then go to his crib and rape his bitch and set fire to his children.
This punk's about to get fucked by the best.
I'm wearin' a double proof vest, so he best aim at my fuckin' chest.
Make a few calls, before I leave the house.
I'm ready to chop off his balls and leave him aggy like a mouse.
Boss ringin' me and I answer.
'For every minute you stall, it's a ligament off your body'.
Put down the phone, I'm cold to know I can't be sloppy.
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(To be continued)