BASHEER JONES - St. Clair

Bismillah
Bismillah
In the name of God Beneficent the most merciful
Cleveland what's up
Ain't you from St. Clair
I heard it ain't no saints there
Well I'm from 79th to be exact
Where most young boy they carry straps
And most houses they call them traps
Where even the cats are stressed out
Everybody rap wanna be the best out we all love the hood but still
Hoping to be the next out
Its tic tac toe I just don't wanna be x'ed out
So we don't care about your DM
Roughriders roll on you in the AM or the PM
And we don't feel protected from police when we see them
So they become our sworn enemies
Now wouldn't wanna be them, For real

GM
That's if you get to see the morning
Most young boys die don't even get to see the warning
It's a daily tsunami but still my brain storming
Around a bunch of wanna bees
Swarming
I'm from down the block where Jesse ran
Where Langston wrote
Where UNIA met
Where Malcolm spoke
Where those riots, they made Hough choke
Where Dr King helped us with Carl Stokes
I'm from Cleveland
Yea the place Where superman was born
Around the corner, where Ruby Dee would perform
yea I'm from St. Clair
Yea yea it ain't no saints here

But for sure Gods people reside because Glenville
They've been real
That's gods people like Israel
Or Ghana complexion of Botswana
Some of us drown in poverty
We piranhas
in Collinwood they looking for peace (Dalai Lama)
But down the way gimme that peace gimme that llama
Blam Blam To anyone who disrespect the fam
They was ready to jam for that bread

Cause on kinsman they come for your head
Just like a barber
On superior they got more choppers
Than your barber
A life for a life
These young boys they like to barter
But they killing babies,
They killing women
They got t get smarter
they got to get smarter
And on Harvard
They just making it harder
For the young boy who wanted to be a father
Who's trying to go farther
Trying to go farther man goodness gracious
Yeah and on west 25th the young Boricua
Will take you out quick
This stuff is sick
With the wrong clique
You hear that clack click you Betta stack quick
Cause MS13 & them felons
They don't play around these parts you better have heart and the
Strap to pull no bull but much beef on these streets cause
Its deep
(Its deep)
Its deep
(Its deep)

Yes, I'm out here marching saying black lives matter
But some of our people, they acting like black lives don't matter
Damn
Don't you know these bullets got karma, you take that boy brother
He's coming back for your mama
And your brother and your sisters
We stuck in the frame
We don't even get the picture
They killed my only son you ain't hear that mother whisper whoever
Own them jails we sure making 'em richer
That dog food turn a young teen into a young fiend
The percocet keep that girl in a dream or a nightmare
Where we from
Freddy, Chucky, and Jason they couldn't last a night here
They moved their white here
For gucci belts nike airs
18 years old with a head full of white hair
It's so bright here but the violence make afternoon feel like night here
The funds is tight here
And because the funds are tight here
They'll take your life here
I mean like right there

Yeah
Can you imagine that hurt
The same one that she birthed
Got to put in the dirt
Can you imagine the hurt
The same one that she birthed
Got to put in the earth
Put in the earth
When the earth got to put her earth in the earth

Written by:
Basheer Jones

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