Sitting in the dark, smoking up a blunt, feeling unfazed and untouched.
Untouched by people’s hatred for me because I don’t conform to their social construct.
Gazing at the stars while these phonies try to front.
But when that don’t work they try to confront.
So I dove in the river and ducked.
Now on the run I can’t lie I feel lonely.
For a long time it was like that till I meet some homies.
That showed me the ropes and how to stay low key.
While also make some bank by hussling some cronies.
As well as keeping a watchful eye on the police.
Counting my blessings when in a jam they aren’t able to find me.
But if they do i know brothers might take me back with open arms when I’m out or try to ice me.
But that all depends if I give names or spill details about our criminal activities.
But I’d never rat on family.
Especially when this supposed civilized culture is actually filled with so much savagery.
It’s crazy how a gang can actually have more of a morality than its own society.