[Verse 2: Crypt The Warchild] I'd rather walk these hallowed grounds with a Glock or four pound Police looking over my back when the Glock is low down With a clock that slows down, it shoots flock with no sound And I carry the weight on my back like a stone popper party Lying till my soul hurts (soul hurts) Mad as fuck, scared and stuck, I can't control earth Surrounded feeling like a cold hearse wanting to fold first I thank my peeps every day because they chose work I'm totally grateful, at times I act hateful Ya'll risked y'all freedom for me to reside in a gold cradle Brown paper bag living in the latest whips Trips to Epcot Centre in the spacious shit Always reminisce about the shit you laced us with Always the street legend to the bravest cliques And now I see niggas getting it, it makes me sick The same shit that could've made us rich, made 'em snitch Divide the men from the boys see what makes them bitch To watch loving mothers struggle just to raise her kids Soar my mind every time that I raise this fifth And drink the bottle till it's hollow and it all makes sense
[Interlude: Crypt the Warchild] Get it right, blood is thicker than water Could never shit on my peeps Outerspace
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Track 4 from the album Visions of Gandhi released on August 26, 2003.
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