Our Dead Bodies
Bodies in the street,
They ain't sweet,
Shell casing cold,
Ar 15s in the winter.
Family in tears,
Bodies stay hollow and leaks,
Blood caresses the dirt in the streets.
Ops joy cry on the jolly ride,
Padoones put the books down,
Reports of missing persons now,
Magicians with the disappearances wow.
Plots and glocks all thicker,
Bodies and blood all thinner,
Red seas of crips buried in the crypts,
Blue seas in the veins of bloods.
OGs barely alive,
Vets on the last breath,
Runners get their achilles clipped,
Tripped and fumbled into death races,
It's all false starts to death finishes.
Youth aspire to be them,
Them aspire to be youth,
Both see a way out,
One wants in the other out.
This life ain't for you or me
But if I don't protect you,
But if I don't push you to the League,
Or push you toward a bigger lead,
I might gotta watch you leak on the street,
I might gotta tell moms how you dropped,
I might cry before watching you bleed,
So much blood I swear it wouldn't clot,
So much blood when are my brothers gonna stop.