Old Block
I grew up near a porn shop
Next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store
Next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade
Where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot
Next to a bar full of bikers yea a dope spot
Jim & I's yeah two died five more shot
Shooter had grenades and an cK-47
Now I hear somebody yellin hey hey clear the whole block
Thirteen short bulldog with his lobes cropped
Khaki Dickies shorts pulled up blanco socks
Representing C O yeah the whole box
Life is like a fuck you take the whole box
Life outlined in choc-a-let'em all watch
Bodies in the street getting caught now there's no talk
No platitudes no bullshit no plot
Where's your attitude now kid and it don't stop
Had an enemy and a friend they were both shot
One had it coming the other he had a whole lot
To offer to the world before he left it it's a cold drop
In a bucket for those who wept but never phone cops
Slow it down slow it down
Cus if it come around
It go's around go's around
No it don't
Optimism it aint got no heart
If you can't stop digging holes in your own yard
I grew up near a porn shop
Next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store
Next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade
Where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot
Rapping a party till I heard a gun go pop
Everybody running in the smoke and out the door
Pop pop pop there's even more shots
Left the youngin leaking on the floor like an old mop
The inner G in me was clouding up my own thoughts
I aint a G but what I mean is what I watched got no shock
That type of energy is so dark
Tryna clean my state of mind up with this soap box
That's grown talk
Colorado, box state, state of mind, brain washed, get it that's a soap box?
No cus a rapper like me gets no props
I don't look the part or play the part I aint an actor I got no props
You see a little bit of pride do a whole lot
Homie had a little .45 he a show cock
He in my ride like drive I'm like no ock
You gonna get me 4 to 5 on a co-op
Sing along sing along
cnd if you don't belong don't be long don't be long
Or thats a throat chop
He shut the door and then the door locked
Lead in hand where you be-headed man
He said the old block
Next to a porn shop
Next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store
Next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade
Where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot
Porn shop
Old lot
Liquor store
It always starts out simple then it goes far
Saw a kid get crippled by a crowbar
Then kicked in the temple
He was limp they were mental
Cus he meant to do the same but it flipped
cnd now he getting hit in the brain
By the weapon that he threatened them with
cnd it came from his own car
That's that system circling no star
That that imprisoned son when he don't know Pa
The ones he know found-dead on a boulder
Tom, cbe, George, and Ted all faux pa's
Yes sir no sir here's a gold star
GI Joe gung ho what you know doc
Where your pops at kid he's a solider
You know they're instrumental yeah no bars
Still they pull up in fatigues on some teens without a means
Sign them up for the Marines and they'll go far
Speed'em up speed it up
P.T.S.D. eats'em up eats'em up and it don't stop
Memories like these got a no knock warrant for these old thoughts
Yeah of the old block
I grew up near a porn shop
Next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store
Next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade
Where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot