Poetic Venting

(album: Ketha Son - 2019)

Ever since I entered Earth, I been a real nigga
I'ma leave and go to the dirt still a real nigga
So put me in my casket with my ratchet on me
You know me a warrior, a nigga have to dome me
Just like pissy mattresses how people flipping on me
Steady switching on me, swear this shit get so lonely
At the top, but I gave it all I got for it
Told 'em they can have the game back when I got bored

Where do I start? Steady playing my part
Wars, you know I fought, in the web, niggas done got caught
Down to play the wildcard, tripping 'bout them memories
Let it blaow blaow, 2.23's, them bitches downed him with an ease
Getting watched by F-E-D's, they keep following
Met that ho on IG, say she be modeling
Play the bougie role, but my baby, she swallowing
'Cause ain't no nigga hotter than
Up in the places I done went
Done sprayed the blocks where I done spent
Forgive me, Lord, I repent
I swear living be so hard in that lion's den
You hear shots from the TEC, then the sirens
Red and blue lights flashing, mama's baby dying
You would never know her pain, dawg
No, that shit cut her like a chainsaw
Deep where her heart beat
She used to strap him in a carseat
Now she gotta bury lil' one six feet
Three bodies, that was this week
I'm so glad them bullets missed me
Out here where niggas wan' kill me, this shit risky
If I let them niggas kill me, they gon' miss me
Will I make it before they take me? I just wonder
Facing temptations, can't let the devil take me under
Just know that I'm good if I ain't home 'fore the sun up
Been through cold summers, pour up and roll one up
To try to make it all fade away
Know the world fucked up in a major way
Praying on the Lord, hoping he can save the day
Hope to see peace tomorrow, loading up my K today
And rest in peace my nigga Tyrese
Young nigga had mad scuffles just like Ali
Was fighting for his life, hooked up machines and IV's
Did 30 months, just got free, now a nigga hollering RIP
But this the type of shit we see every day in Baton Vietnam
Make it, get some paper, they gon' hate you when you leave the slums
But if the streets take you, they gon' rate you as they favorite one
Start fucking with you when you done, shit make you wanna spray your gun
And take you one, 'cause it's kill or be killed
Dump the whole clip and refill
And they'll never, ever, ever feel how we feel
We're trained where I live, go to grave 'fore I squeal
Big Luwhop

Ever since I entered Earth, I been a real nigga
I'ma leave and go to the dirt still a real nigga
So put me in my casket with my ratchet on me
You know me a warrior, a nigga have to dome me
Just like pissy mattresses how people flipping on me
Steady switching on me, swear this shit get so lonely
At the top, but I gave it all I got for it
Told 'em they can have the game back when I got bored