Y'all tell em' to focus on school, keep ya head the books
and stay out of these streets.
But what is He supposed to do, when the Streets have him tripping over his own feet?
lurking around every corner,
confronted daily with His own eyes,
that's where He is meant to be.
The glamorized life of the Hustle,
You'll never know pain unless you the Struggle.
The same pain that causes them to shoot, but never aim.
what is He supposed to do when the streets are calling His name?
Y'all hold His hand and guide Him in the wrong direction, but then tell Him to do the right thing.
does this even make sense or is He confused by the bullet's sting.
Did you forget that He loves you,
that He wants to be accepted,
Gotta be just like You, even though you never said.
what are you supposed to do when the streets are coming after you?
Hiding in every shadow,
lurking in every crevasse.
Not a single OG could ever prepare us.
3 bullets to the chest. ringing in his ears.
blood gushing out black,
his mama screaming through her tears.
the Streets will watch you your whole life,
snatch you up from home.
Do you how they Do you.
til most of You is gone.
Yea, times are tough
and this mentality is rough.
But what are you supposed to do, when the streets are after you?