Before the Slim3

Yo, Slim3 Tim3, let me spit this tale raw,

From the streets of Ashland, where the turf’s at war.

Southside, Chi-Town, where the shadows creepy,

Aggravated assault, man, the wounds run deeply.

 

S. Ashland Ave, where the beef don’t sleep,

Rival gang stepped , tryna claim what’s cheap.

Slim3 pulled the blade, no hesitation, straight action,

Stabbed that opp in the fray, left him down, no fraction.

Blood on the pavement, yeah, the scene was a grim one,

Victim clung to life, but the scars stayed with him.

 

Slim3 dipped quick, ghost in the night now,

Two-day manhunt, cops flashin’ they lights out.

Streets talk loud, snitches sing they song,

Po-po closed in, Slim3 knew he was gone.

Caught in the trap, cuffs clicked, no escape,

Took that plea, guilty, ‘cause he knew his fate.

 

Sentenced to four, Menard’s cold steel gates,

But inside, more drama, couldn’t dodge this fate.

Caught heat in the pen, beef stacked, no peace,

Four more years added, time just wouldn’t cease.

Eight years total, locked down, soul confined,

For takin’ out a monster, paid with blood and time

 

Paroled 2020,

August, stepped in to the light,

Streets still hum his name, for fightin’ that fight.

Slim3 always wins and he handles the losers

the only opp he has is, child abusers

 

Just four years free, since two thousand eleven

Now I'm back in the jungle, To my people a blessin

I could teach you a lession about hustle and flexin

You practice retention if you going to prison

 

Eight years caged, mind sharp like a shank

Slim3 held strong, though his soul nearly sank

Bars clanged shut, but the spirit stayed live

Southside dreams kept the fire in his eyes.