On These Streets By Storm

 

 

 

My hearts jumping, while the inner me is suffering/

im self destructing, while my confidence is crushing/

and while i'm trying my best to amount to something/

my uncle tells me how i'll never amount to nothing/

 

Ha, funny how this is what started all the numbing, /

im hating what i was becoming, running through life hustling,/

addicted to that cash, that money i'm loving/

I didn't want to be that man working and struggling./

having to go hunting to put food in the oven/

 

I wanted fast cash. the type to come at ya unmasked,/

making a stack per half, a buck a gram, you do the math/

it's worth cutting class passing teachers a stash so id pass./

I was 15 living the dream, 18 if your hot and you asked/

I even licked it if it was clean anything to spank that ass,/

 

and get into those jeans I was quick to flash cash on the scene/

the type to sit with friends and brag on some schemes/

damn I cant believe how much cream i had selling to feens/

i had this shit in the bag, cruising with that lean/

 

how sad i never invested what i had/

living the dream produced by triple beams/

i was making more cream than my dad/

 

invested it into partying, jewels instead of land/

thinking back its hard to understand how stupid i am/

not to save shit and here i am with nothing on this pan./

if I only would have saved a little to expand my hand/

 

legitly make a brand, together with the team i ran/

and yet I'm still proud of the man I am, I escaped as planned/

 

out the game alive as i stand as a better man/

hoping one day you knuckleheads would understand/

it's about teamwork going hand to hand/

this life is never forever, and your stupid if you think it can/

 

someone's bound to pull the lever, saying whatever, whenever they can/

putting shit together, damn, those haters don't know any better./

you cant be a loner, you gotta roll with a clan,/

BAM! None ran, quick hands buries every single one of them in the sand./

 

this business is do or die, no wonder why many die, failure to try, /

and understand and yet its over ran by pecker heads in command./

 

greedy little fuckers, not happy to make a few grand, and none can withstand

the local gang, panic when things don't go as planned,/

their game is all staged...its all just a sham, getting out of hand/

funny how i changed who i am, avoiding a rampage/

 

my boys would be outraged up in their face with the cage /

that's the difference in age, lucky for them the inner me changed/

instead i walk away, hoping this is just a phase, and pray

they'll make their way out someday, /

cause most dont read the guides and risk their lives on these games we play/

 

they always have plans to be in it but none to escape/

never leave it to fate, and wait cause before you know it, ........................./

it's to late, while your competition infertraites and takes/

all you struggled to make, your cash, stash,, food off your plates/

so plan ahead before your behind gates, or worse with jakes,/

I know its a lot to take, but you better stay awake/

be that shark cautious on your bait/

or you'll be permanently asleep unable to wake/

dont sleep, before you end up dead and make your last mistake./

 

 

(if your stepping in, know when to step out , and make it worth your wild*)

StormTheArsonist