Back in early 2010, me and some of my guys (including Wiley, before we was really cool, but were kicking it occasionally) got flooded by some hood niggas none of us recognized. This one big nigga ran up behind me and punched me in the jaw and like shouldered me over this low fence like a linebacker (RIGHT HERE)

The only person who didn’t get hit was my guy, who was “taking off his bag” while the 20 second altercation was happening. No disrespect to him. We kinda grew apart after that though.

As I’m in a spell of deep, motionless thought, the intruders somehow come across my gun that I bought out of fear and turn it on me

Thinking about the desperation of an armed burglary situation.

To kill or be killed

The Devil

Where most gun violence takes place in Chicago,

The angry intruders proceed to steal my fancy middle class TV, fancy middle class stereo system, s/medium middle class DVD collection (The Wire, Boondocks, Family Guy, Robot Chicken) and fancy middle class recording set up. As well as my considerably less fancy (not fancy at all) 1998 Toyota Avalon. I took “good kid, m.A.A.d city” to the grave with me though.

The two things I did for comfort turn against me at the same time. No more blacks and an intruder pointing a gun in my face. I hit the famous Savemoney/Village myspace pose

and die.

Heard this from the homie..which is news, cause where I stay isn’t even like that. Well it wasn’t. #Gentrification

Reveals what I’m speaking on in the 2nd verse.