How are these lyrics?

it was a hot black night


the day's sun had my skin blackened


I was at home


I wish I had the heat packin'


lyin' in bed


lack of food had my stomach grumblin'


head poundin'


I walked to the mirror stumblin'


looked at my eyes


saw a man I ain't recognize


thought I was crazy


Devil packed my head full of lies


had to do somethin


to change this situation


tired of being broke


hopin' rails at the train station


washed my face


and then threw my hoodie on


smoked a blunt


and listened to a Biggie song


"****** bleed"


I think that was the name of it


where my mind was


had to get into the frame of it


down the hall


pop's heat on the top shelf


didn't think twice


just took it out the black belt


took a look


what a sight! though my young mind


so this is the source


of all the premature lost lives


took a deep breath


and listened while the beat swellled


thumpin' my chest


life racin' like a P-12


burner in my waist as I walked out the front door


in the elevator


pushed the button for the 1st floor


passed by some ******


maxin' on the project bench


dope deals, dope game


Tony use your common sense


evil conscience, good conseience


on my shoulder blades


held held low


gear dark like the ace of spades


good consceice,. I'm doin' what I gotta do


society done this


act of survival cause oppression too


sat on a curb - while I'm thinkin' on the big event


good conscience told me TONY USE YOUR COMMON SENSE


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Evil conscience said


what your doin' has merit


your not in jail, but you're broke


now find a cap and tear it


got off the curb


givin in to my bad thoughts


guts wildin'


how much do a life cost?


young black men, we got reputations


always jookin' people


on parole or probation


the game was sick


got gats rockin' flashy gear


fake or real diamonds drippin jewels of they left ear


murderous suspects


cadillacs and tape decks


60 pounds of green


hot courts will make your neck sweat


broken glass in the hallway


blood stained floors


fresh smell of death


young girls become big whores


the theory says that gradueaur is a white dream


reality garbage


black hands make the ship clean


400 years of bad thoughts in my chorme dome


city fundin'?


war ragin in city homes


crazy thoughts


buggin off many lessons


live or die


had my mind guessin'


what to do next stay calm or wild out


all a part of life's test

How are these lyrics?
Good lyrics.





A comment:





I would either attempt to glorify life in the hood or lament its existence, not both.





Don't be ambivalent about life in this sub-culture. Most people make a conscious choice to be there. If they have the will and the desire, they can walk away anytime they want.

primrose