Surrounded by Beautiful black women
Some Israelites & 5% G.o.D.’s
Still walkin’ the mean streets
Of the N.Y.C.
Spied on by the F.B.I., D.E.A.
C.I.A. & the notorious N.Y.P.D
They have microphones on rooftops
Recording all of our conversations
Cameras in street lights
Next step is a full military occupation
You know the city that never sleeps
Where eastside bloods and crips creep
They must have seen one too many movies and not read enough books
Cause gang bangin’ is a west side thing, I’m like **** this shyts deep
On every Manhattan corner
Is the pretzel and hot dog man
But don’t sleep while waitin’ for your order
You can get popped at the hot dog stand
You see the night life, is quit trife
Where any and everything can happen for the right price
But on the flip side
We party a lot
Sometimes just a club isn’t enough
So we take it from there, straight to one of the after hour spots
In the fronts of our homes
You won’t see too many flower pots
You will more than likely see memorials with pictures and candles
Dedicated to a slain victim
Silly really, cause arguments escalate
When you and your homie are sleeping with the same wisdom
Which causes most to enter the cyber world
To escape their harsh reality
Only to soon find you still have to deal with false powers
Fake rulers and principalities
In the NYC
You can find all types on Nationalities
Segregated neighborhoods
And every color of the spectrum
From my hood in the BX all the way to Eastern Parkway in Brooklyn
where the Orthodox Jews live like kings because our tax dollars go to protect them
on pt. 3 I’ll get a little deeper, but right now
let me head across town to make sure Street So’ja is cool over in his section………….
Info-mo © 2008
The streets are universal
I don’t’ care what street you on
People are out to hurt you
Synonymous
With anonymous
Innocent bystander
Hit wit metal in the most
Fatal of manners
Crowded sidewalks
People posted up like they
At the beach walking boardwalks
Crime scene tape,
cops needing gloves
And more chalk
And more cuffs because yes
There will be more caught
Who you tellin’
Young black felon
flippin’ and sellin’
Informants get clapped in the melon
People who can, leave
The rest of us
When we see the cops
Run or freeze
Face down on the pavement
Yo’ mouth starts to bleed
Realizing the streets could careless
About your race, religion, or creed
Keep it movin’
©mmviii
D.Capo
Some Israelites & 5% G.o.D.’s
Still walkin’ the mean streets
Of the N.Y.C.
Spied on by the F.B.I., D.E.A.
C.I.A. & the notorious N.Y.P.D
They have microphones on rooftops
Recording all of our conversations
Cameras in street lights
Next step is a full military occupation
You know the city that never sleeps
Where eastside bloods and crips creep
They must have seen one too many movies and not read enough books
Cause gang bangin’ is a west side thing, I’m like **** this shyts deep
On every Manhattan corner
Is the pretzel and hot dog man
But don’t sleep while waitin’ for your order
You can get popped at the hot dog stand
You see the night life, is quit trife
Where any and everything can happen for the right price
But on the flip side
We party a lot
Sometimes just a club isn’t enough
So we take it from there, straight to one of the after hour spots
In the fronts of our homes
You won’t see too many flower pots
You will more than likely see memorials with pictures and candles
Dedicated to a slain victim
Silly really, cause arguments escalate
When you and your homie are sleeping with the same wisdom
Which causes most to enter the cyber world
To escape their harsh reality
Only to soon find you still have to deal with false powers
Fake rulers and principalities
In the NYC
You can find all types on Nationalities
Segregated neighborhoods
And every color of the spectrum
From my hood in the BX all the way to Eastern Parkway in Brooklyn
where the Orthodox Jews live like kings because our tax dollars go to protect them
on pt. 3 I’ll get a little deeper, but right now
let me head across town to make sure Street So’ja is cool over in his section………….
Info-mo © 2008
The streets are universal
I don’t’ care what street you on
People are out to hurt you
Synonymous
With anonymous
Innocent bystander
Hit wit metal in the most
Fatal of manners
Crowded sidewalks
People posted up like they
At the beach walking boardwalks
Crime scene tape,
cops needing gloves
And more chalk
And more cuffs because yes
There will be more caught
Who you tellin’
Young black felon
flippin’ and sellin’
Informants get clapped in the melon
People who can, leave
The rest of us
When we see the cops
Run or freeze
Face down on the pavement
Yo’ mouth starts to bleed
Realizing the streets could careless
About your race, religion, or creed
Keep it movin’
©mmviii
D.Capo
Talk about the Real. You Know how it is when It get to it's worst. The life gets you down in more ways than one.....Mentally, Emotionally, Physically, and Deadly.
... what was going wrong about polls and being blocked and stuff?