Black child gone wrong

Nigga wrote it

Nigga spoke it

Nigga get left in the back cuz he can't shoot it

But he helped loot it

He tryna get on track

Tryna hide the sack

Cuz it full of cash

So he hid in his stash

Right next to the weed

Where he keeps his greed

Where he put the money of the people who paid for what they need

It's under the bed

Hoping that his dad

Won't check

Or else

The belt

He felt

It hurt, it pain

And he can't complain

 

So back to school he go

Where he met up with his hoe

followed up with his bro

Then his foe

Beefing cuz he stole his flow

At the talent show

 

Where he was meant to show his talent

Of rap

But his foe turned to a thief and his flow no nigga snatched it

Followed with sad

To make things worse he couldn't talk to dad

His dad wasn't there he was too busy in bed

And mom is sadly gone

She died the day he born

Now he feel torn

He was stuck like a torn

 

So he pulled up to his foe

And said;"come on let's go"

But the the reply of fow

Was;"chill,pleas no smoke"

But he went for the choke hold

That move was quite bold

But foe backed out

Upper cut to knock out

But foe did miss

Foe wrist did twist

Than he put foe on ground

Till foe made no sound

Hoe tried to stop him

Than the principal started calling

Than he sat in the office

His dad pulled up and he looked nauseous

Was it because of him

Damn that'd be grim

 

The principal said that foe is alright

But he nearly died

His father side eyed

than he lied

Saying foe started beef

About his mom who's r-i-p

So he couldn't let it be

 

Principal excused him

Dad took him

Dad was gonna just kill him

But the whole trip he didn't say nothing to him

He got scared when he got home

Just him and his dad in the house all alone

All his weed,his money, everything on the couch

Dad took out his belt and even the neighbors heard ouch

After that he went to the room feeling pain

Dad threw out the weed and used money for his gain

 

He sneaked out the window he was gonna chill with gang

He sagged his pants acted tough and revised all his slang

He got to the spot where his crew was chillin

He said;"what's up gang how you feeling"

Gangster said;"cut the shit where the money"

He said;"that's kinda funny"

Gangster:"what's funny little bro

What's funny bout our dough"

"See it my dad

He found it in the bed

And he used it instead"

Gangster said;"than he must be dead,

Look here is my Glock

Pull the trigger on clock"

And that left him in shock

 

So he got to the house

Pointed his gun at a mouse

Said"how you feeling dad

Are you still mad

Don't worry you'll be dead"

But than he felt sad

He looked at picture of his mother

Apparently she was a lover

How the fuck did she meet his father

And even get under the cover

He waited till night

Till the house has no light

Very happy but still had freight

He held the trigger very tight

Walked to dad's room

Stood over dad with gloom

He aimed for his head

Than unloaded 3 bullets made of led