843

843

My family from the 216

Me from the 843

Expected not to care, look at my skin color

Expected to fall off, go down bad, go out sad

My heart cold

I’ll never fold

Football to Track

I don’t need love, I just want the racks

Trust no one, I only go myself

I don’t smoke, gangbang to maintain my health

Got some friends in the grave

I know I’ll see them again

Expected to rep a gang, rep a set

In heaven I gotta seat

Money the motive

Nothing can derail me

But like a train I stay on track

Getting up out this city is a fact

I’m not a people person

Give someone your last and they think they found a better person

Becoming an engineer is not what’s expected of me

I won’t let anybody tell me what I can and cannot do

Screw anybody that do

Give it my all, give it my best, I know God puttin’ me through a test