Rice4eveR - E 23rd

I grew up on East 23rd, where I got my first bike stolen
One time I seen this dude cap getting peeled. Turf boys grindin' hard, money foldin'
I grew up on East 23rd, where I got my first bike stolen
One time I seen this dude cap getting peeled. Turf boys grindin' hard, money foldin'
I grew up on East 23rd, around the corner from Jack in the Box
Where young dudes had crack in a box. Tucked in a stash spot. The cross street was E 15th
Circa 1986, I got my street fix. Son of "Buck" with buck teeth
My dad was a mechanic, life was kinda easy, kinda took the shit for granted
My pops had a mechanic shop in Agnes Memorial Church
Fixed drops to Jags...any whips the D-Boys' had
A hood mechanic, I learned a trade from an early age
Independentry, how to skip the streets and stay paid
Bring your shit to me, fix your timing belt if it was frayed
Bring a G to we, we've got auction whips...I got you man
See pops was a "nut" with the wrenches, and have you right tomorrow
You won't have to fuck with the bus benches
See anything you wanted, we got it, just keep it coming
Big bucks flowing through, through the ghetto for fixing something
I grew up on East 23rd, where I got my first bike stolen
One time I seen this dude cap getting peeled. Turf boys grindin' hard, money foldin'
I grew up on East 23rd, where I got my first bike stolen
One time I seen this dude cap getting peeled. Turf boys grindin' hard, money foldin'
A lot of guys I went to school with got locked up
A lot of ladies I went to class with got knocked up
Yo that's the life of kids who grew up with uncles that were heroin addicts
Aunties a prostitute, couldn't do nothing but stare at it
When I got off the porch all I saw was junkies
Working class dope fiends, couldn't shake the monkey
Off they back, smoking crack, shooting heroin in they veins
You see bums digging through trash, I see people in pain
God! Help these people please! This shit ain't funny...what the fuck?!
Ladies trippin' out and screaming and she's high off Angel Dust
Rich man at the light, he just roll his windows up
Cause he goes home to Piedmont, that's why he don't give a fuck
Family good and he got money, he come down to get his fix
Or try to cop a blowie from a hooker on the strip
As soon as he get his, that motherfucker cut and dip
Asking God as a kid, why'd you make it like this
I grew up on East 23rd, where I got my first bike stolen
One time I seen this dude cap getting peeled. Turf boys grindin' hard, money foldin'
I grew up on East 23rd, where I got my first bike stolen
One time I seen this dude cap getting peeled. Turf boys grindin' hard, money foldin'

Written by:
R. Brough

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