escape

Lyrics

where he came up at, it was like kill or die, people with guns packed, livin' that 'illa life, where poverty was rampant, bloody murder in the night, and people striving so what others wouldn't win the fight, cause see this one dude, lived on the other side, of town, a big house, father and mother tried, to give him everything he wanted, things that others tried, to have and wanted to obtain, they taught the brother right, from all around then, crack epidemic hit, the brother selling drugs; it's you the ladies kick it with, it seems he had the most respect as well as dividends, he got out of going to school so he could get it in, escape from the block, get out, get away, escape from the block, constant mental elevation, escape from the block, create your situation, escape from the block, and make a better day, now as some time's passed, he's in and out the pen', he's had a few kids, still isn't sinking in, he's doing lots of oxycontin and some vicodins, upon returning to the block to live that life again, it's full of young guns, he used to get respect, but now he's turning thirty and he's an official wreck, his baby mother hardly ever lets him see his kids, his whole crew he grew up with is dead or doing bids, so moved away far, but still he bangs his block, his family members closest to him tell him change his spot, of residence, he get on out and let your life unfurl, so you ain't ever really trap cause we live in a world, but he's a street dude, living by street rules, he'd rather die repping his block than ever be through, being respected as an og, someone no one dares, to cross, but what he doesn't realize is no one cares, so many young cats, that wanna rep the streets, ain't even from that, i wish this shit would cease, how many people that you know retiring from hustling?, how many grown men over thirty that are doing nothing?, see back in high school, it was the thing to be in, instead of living like a nerd, but hate the things you seein', the past ain't nothing like the future: now the nerd is ballin', and the only thing you got is lint inside your wallet, now as respect goes, think of a different plan, instead of gangster i would rather be a grown man, because a man handles his business building better days, and a gangster only ends up in the jail or grave,