Something To Hold On To

As I scratch the last days of the calendar

Niggas roam the streets with heavy metal like metallica

Pistols with the silencers

Killin solidiers softly

The crime pays a little but the consequence is costly

My cousin, I love em we go back in the days

But now he struggle with the monkey and he trapped in a maze

I still care for him

To tell the truth I'm kinda scared for him

Cause when he conscience he in rare form

But that's the story of his life gettin locked up or shot up

Or in somebodys kitchen on the block cookin rocks up

I think he lost hope when he seen them lock his pops up

Or when he seen his sister baby father get his knot bust

My grandmother complain and tell him make a change

But her thinkin is outdated she can't understand the game

Shyeah, hard time three to nine in a jailhouse

Is no different from slavin nine to five in a warehouse

Yo in projects shit is mad real for the youth

Niggas get I'll for the loot

The more guns ya buss the realer your crew

Cats carry gats concealed in they suits

Whether cee-loo craps or macks gorillas may shoot

When the eyes meet don't steer wrong and don't stare long

Cause niggasll kill for that when they be full of heron

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How crews remain standin once the AKs thunder under the stun roof tops

Career thugs cook rocks

Then hit the blocks

To make a killin plus fame

Man they lovin this game

It's mega action the trees stay hot like sonars

Shorties with fly hair-dos get dipped or play the corner

Summer time they shine block parties galore

So many soldiers die they buy a seperate forty to pour

I knew this kid Larry niggas thought he was poor

But he had cream for days ran a solid scheme with Ks

AKs with the banana clips, rubber handle grips

The same nigga that got Randal hit

He livin scandelous

He used to pop no-doz so he wouldn't be caught sleepin

And he could'nteven walk around the block cause he was beefin

I say that to say this

That's ghetto everyday shit

Where slugs miss chipped bricks leave scars on chicks

It's kinda trife right now

But that's the life right now

And way back it was a half assed trife like now

Peace god what's todays math

To tryin to escape wrath

With two left feet, it's kinda hard to walk a straight path

Soldiers layin in gutters from god to greed

My old dad left momdukes and scarred his seed

We all family

But seemingly this cats can't stand me

Haters gunna hate be it a lexus or a camry

Understand me

But do the knowledge first swallow my verse

Which is my universe

God obeys no thirst

Fallen angels in the ghetto tradin in they wings for things

Semiautomatic machines with red beams

Street magicians convertin to crack and the cream

Sat back saw em turn black zack to a fiend

Hes a teacher

Had a fly daughter named lakeisha

If you hustle have a beeper smoke reefer ya can freak her

I seen her givin head inside the club behind the speaker

Last year she had three abortions for the preacher

And one miscarriage for this kid they call Harris

He told her that her loved her and hes moving her to paris

She fell for it

Touched her third rail for it (uh)

And next year she woulda been sixteen

Once told me that she wanted to go to god get clean

So she could be a role model for her brother Eugene

Hes a beautiful seed

Eight years and can't read

At night his ashtma so bad he can't breathe

He wants to be an astronaut

And fly to space but his teacher told him that he just ain't go what it take

So he cried while the other kids played at lunch break

What will it take to raise out mindstate