rBa

N think how ya’d feel with steel to ya jaw, blow ya shit raw while u shit in ya draws, get u on the sick bed like u coughin up sars, im doin time here without the bars, I was either thrown out or throwin up, get in where ya fit in growin up, so I was rushin hard with hella punks, cruisin around wit bodies in the trunk, rollin deep not givin a fuck, usta push whateva for a buck, fun bwoy youth tell em all to suck, ten or so hum leh, hum lah, subidee cup, kicked em in the face at least once, twice, trice, three times for my homies, rest in peace to some real OGs, kick back like them younga days sippin OE’s, in the back yard or the courts wit da rollies, careful now here come the police, sirens on tie up ya shoe lace, flea market batons n bear mace, up to no good always out too late, hittin up parties n jackin the place, takin whateva even the birthday cake, cue up n watch the crowd break, anywhere within in reach ya aint safe, don’t matta whoeva can get knocked in the face, best believe hold it down like weights, heavy champs with the title, numba one neighborhood rival, alarmin every man woman n child, rowdy motha fuckas know to act wild, have ova half our names in a file, description, a ruthless style, delinquents, damn its been a while, lookin back to laugh, but how shit turn up so fast, stayin strong to survive the past, coulda been worse perhaps, still nothin compares to a homie that pass, pourin more then tears, beers to an empty glass, cry n laugh as u livin in the memories, rememberin u jus last new years eve, in da crib on like a dozen e’s, pain temporarily at ease, paranoid n secluded, sweatin inside out wit blood diluted, dilated pupils with hands on a suited, royal flush this lifes polluted, shit drainin down on us like sewage, escaping this shit we keep it movin, pay no mind to what im doin, ratha to betta a life than to ruin, the crooked system keeps screwin, fuckin us with such an audacity, puttin fingers in every hole slit n cavity, hands behind our backs held in captivity, a master plan on how to get rid of me, throw my middle fingas up n let em see, don’t give a fuck bout authority, got our own sense of seniority, harassin 4.9 mall security, back then when we rolled in hurds, loitering out on the parkin lot curbs, round up playin dice in the food courts, a forty was two dollas n two quarts, gettin liquor runs from all sorts, JC, n Joe’s Taxi cabs of course, max bull that shits the worst, neva mind my stomach my fuckin head hurts, can barely place memories in words, poetically I hope u feel what u heard, know we were all right where u were, point blank I was rollin wit em, on the look out patrollin wit em, car hopin if the door was open, shotties on whateva they was smokin, if this is jus a ticket than that was jus the token.


to all my homies... rBa home bwoyssss lol damn. Know that YUH GURL OUT HERE xoxo