Belly

Belly ★★★★½

Pacin', going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough

But as the world turns I learned life is Hell
Living in the world, no different from a cell

Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase

Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?

Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain

We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth

But shorty's running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear

Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic.

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