Up an Down the Street

Blood collage on the Concrete

Spit an Gunpowder under your feet.

Terrorizin people at just a little above 5 ft.

Gun Slinging Like Pistol Pete.

2 guns  Sreet Like the

Had Liquor stores robbed in 1.2.3.

Seems you were Blessed with Gold

But never to get out the Projects Or to grow old

You had more Heart than a little bit when nite came distant dream like drizzled rain

Little did you know your outline would be drawn in a chalk outline frame

No more wild west days Selling dope or Cocaine No more getting paid big moneyJust a tiny bullet hole in frame whispered your name.

In ya Skull Frame.

Fate and the Devil couldn’t bargain that day no more con games no more pain

Hustlers shoot dice in the street One wound up in a Wheelchair

With bullets Ricochet Luck Cried when the Dice fell snake eyes that day

They threatened to kill the shooters family As you bled out in  the staircase

Luck Cried when the Dice fell snake eyes that dayAs you bled out  in  the staircase

Better to Die a Street Legend in The Project’s Than a ‘’Nigger’'in a Penthouse .