Medusa (feat. Sterling Toles)

Now here is all these peoples (right)

Who are moved here

Thirty, forty years- fifty years ago (to the promised land)

And whatever they were moved here by is no longer there

I see- 'cause now I look on the street every day

And I see all these young men standing on the corner

It used to be you could drop out, even daughter

You could drop out of high school

And you could always get you that Ford (mhm)

You know, in the factory (right)

And then you- you didn't have to stand on the corner (right)

'Cause you're eighth-grade kid, you

As long as he could pick up something, he had a job (mhm)

And that was white or black (mhm)

Nowadays, there's no place to do but stand on the corner

Concreatures, 100cc's for the shooters

This is every dope fiend's dream that's a tuner

Therapeutic to the user, the heroin abusers

Know I'm a concreature like I'm starin' at medusa, it's

What up doe?

Shit

It's nick bruno

What up, bro?

Yo, where the fuck you at, man?

What the fuck you doin', dog?

Missin' all type of cheese out here, man

Like, we out here gettin' it, man, you in th- you missin' in action, dog!

What the fuck goin' on with you, man?

Let me tell you, man, look

Now my lady on my case, so I'm fillin' out an app

All I know is how to whip dust in a pyrex

Got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess

Have you ever been convicted of a felony?

Yes? Check in the box to the left, say: No

Fresh out the box with a fresh new caseload

Step out the box for a sec, think, bold

They ain't tryna hire you with jailhouse tattoos

On your left forearm, starin', lookin' at you

Like you up to no good, scared and afraid to

Look you in your eye like a man when he face you

Still got a phone in his hand, and it dead, tell you

Give me a call, if anything was available

Didn't get the job, now the rent and the cable due

End of the month, with the gas and the aol

First of the month, fiends cashin' their welfare

Checks, on the third, I'll be lampin' on lamphere

Standin' on the curb just sellin' cocaine

With some very close friends that'll catch you long-range

And dig in your nerves, you can tell it, on james

I still got the work and I'm sellin' whole thangs

Got pills for dessert, heroin for dope fiends

Who flick, burn, and set it on flame

And then insert it in their varicose veins

Concreatures, 100cc's for the shooters

This is every dope fiend's dream that's a tuner

Therapeutic to the user, the heroin abusers

Know I'm a concreature like I'm starin' at medusa

Concreatures, 100cc's for the shooters

This is every dope fiend's dream that's a tuner

Therapeutic to the user, the heroin abusers

Know I'm a concreature like I'm starin' at medusa

Where we at with it?

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