I put the Earth on my shoulders and shouldered the weight,
One knee touched the ground while I was holding the weight.
Only 19 looking old in the face,
Two Glock 19's on my shoulder and waist.
I'm stressed out one hand holding my face,
And both eyes closed like they hosed 'em with mace.
I always felt I had control of my fate,
But mankind is weak you can control 'em with hate.
Yeah these words were written in blood,
Cause higher science ain't just niggas hittin' the bud.
Pour salt on the wound if you get hit with a slug,
But ain't no coming back if you get hit in the mug.
And ain't no coming back if you get put in the morgue,
Where they got you in a box like you sit with the Borg.
These fucking niggas eatin' chittlins and pork,
You might as well have let a nigga take a shit on your fork.
But far be it to tell you what to eat, fam,
I'm just a little leery of those who clearly eat ham.
We paint at night in the streets we keep cans,
Canaanites nigga I'm just tryna meet Ham.
My nigga told me he eat Spam,
And females I email delete spam.
The truth is though I always keep it hunnid,
My thoughts so deep most niggas just think I'm blunted.
You want it? You either hunter or you hunted,
The game on the line nigga run it or you punt it.
They bustin' shots put a hunnid in your stomach,
So sick of this shit that I could vomit from my stomach.
I took a peek and saw a comet from the summit,
Keep my head up in the clouds nigga even when I plummet.
I'm going down but I never dumb it down,
Momma always working a daddy that barely come around.
Cold winter I wonder how the summer sound,
Black clouds yo I'm running from the thunder pounds.
My nigga told me he'd front me and I can run the town,
No handouts nigga I don't even want a pound.
No hand out nigga I don't even want a pound,
my life so hard yo I don't even wanna frown.
These dudes 'll put iron in your shirt,
Only time they smilin' is when you're lying in the dirt.
Or leave you with a gimp nigga fire in you and smirk,
Draggin' your leg limpin' like a lion when it's hurt.
This is the concrete jungle,
Where those who drag their feet on the concrete stumble.
See I was told to keep it concrete humble,
But fuck that to that I wave my finger like Mutombo.
I'm standing on the block ready to take a shot,
Cocked like my goddamn hand was on the Glock.
Gimme the rock.
