I go way back childhood when the street means war/
the beef is raw/ p'ple gyrating, u could hear d victory songs/
. . confraternities kill wit swords/
and you could get sentenced just for spilling words/
in the memory of the living, the dead still lives on/
yet we only stare out windows cos we chilled in-doors/
lads on those ships, tryin to get 'em hustle quick/
young gurls on road trips tryin to get on porno flicks/
the fun never stops even wen the school starts/
break time our play time till it's noon past/
too young to move cars/ so all we did was push tyres. . ./
like loosed wires, the dull brains still won't spark/
Damn! kids were good with numbers yet not moving figures/
playing 'ten ten' and countin fingers, wat they do at leisure's/
we play hide and seek! toy guns made out of sticks/
paper hats, rubber glasses. . Jeez! we let our fashion speak/
crime was a scene/ but as kids we got the upper hand/
cos the police won't even give a sh!!!t if we shoot with robber bands (rubber bands) /
I'm from the city of the greatest/. .. . home to the majors/
they say Benin we'r ancient/look what history made us/
jumping okadas. . . . . . ring road stays crowded like Lagos/
peeps hustle legal circles, real hustlers go off the radius/
if u meet your houses down . . wait! don't raise my alarms/
cos the town's task force are quick to 'come raid' like Adams!/ (comrade)
Churches in all 7 corners, Hexagon! . . like we worship in clubs/
Man, u must be a fan like you are watching football/
the streets are appalling, who says we don't give a fuck!/
8 years we depended on Lucky til we ran out of luck. . an unlucky result/ (it wasn't his fault) :D
no longer news, kidnapping was on the headlines/
the niccurs are lions, got peeps fleeing for their deer lives/
caught in the fast life so all we do is move fast/
dudes in love with liquors, everyday we 'smooch bars'/
this is how we do. . highly rated! B-Syde state of mind/
100% i paid my dues yet my church mind screams '10% pay your tithe'/
© Feb 2010. . . . . please don't bite lol
