Cool The Kid
11-28-05, 06:12 PM
When I see dude I say what up, hello
But apparently he musta missed the memo.
Dog your lips are black
And you're lightskinned!!!
His little brother not to far behind like 'i don't wanna be like him'
It's frightening.
Questions linger in my mind
As I look back through the scrapbooks of time and memory.
We came up together, or I say grew up...
Homie was right next to me but then it was like
"Dog, where'd you go?"
I maintained a straight path, studied physics and math
Acquired a degree
While he majored in herbal fumigation and minored in mysogyny.
His crew embraces his morals
No sense of motivation
Only cohabitation and mediocrity.
A hustle here, a hustle there,
When sh*t falls apart who cares?
He falls on the safety net of his ancestors and moves to the next b*tch
Or hustle
Or car
But fukk it, even when he's wrong he's my nicca.
Suburban thugs trapped between not going to school and not doing crime
With a splash of barely getting b*tches and trying to rhyme.
But fukk it, even when they dead wrong, they still my niccas.
But I'll be damned if I don't progress...
No matter how bad it gets, I'll always come back regardless.
I might not be in the hood, but niccas know
I could never leave.
But apparently he musta missed the memo.
Dog your lips are black
And you're lightskinned!!!
His little brother not to far behind like 'i don't wanna be like him'
It's frightening.
Questions linger in my mind
As I look back through the scrapbooks of time and memory.
We came up together, or I say grew up...
Homie was right next to me but then it was like
"Dog, where'd you go?"
I maintained a straight path, studied physics and math
Acquired a degree
While he majored in herbal fumigation and minored in mysogyny.
His crew embraces his morals
No sense of motivation
Only cohabitation and mediocrity.
A hustle here, a hustle there,
When sh*t falls apart who cares?
He falls on the safety net of his ancestors and moves to the next b*tch
Or hustle
Or car
But fukk it, even when he's wrong he's my nicca.
Suburban thugs trapped between not going to school and not doing crime
With a splash of barely getting b*tches and trying to rhyme.
But fukk it, even when they dead wrong, they still my niccas.
But I'll be damned if I don't progress...
No matter how bad it gets, I'll always come back regardless.
I might not be in the hood, but niccas know
I could never leave.