Analogical Da Poet - Conflicted Soul

When we gone win
Kicking in the door bitch nigga let's us in
That 38. tucked up for your chiny chin chin
Wrestling poverty got a nigga feeling pinned
All my niggas starving when we gone win
Kicking in the door bitch nigga guess we in
That 38. tucked up for your chiny chin chin
Wrestling poverty got a nigga feeling pinned
All my niggas starving when we gone win
Kicking in the door bitch nigga let's us in
That 38. tucked up for your chiny chin chin
Wrestling poverty got a nigga feeling pinned
All my niggas starving when we gone win
Kicking in the door bitch nigga guess we in
That 38. tucked up for your chiny chin chin
Wrestling poverty got a nigga feeling pinned
All my niggas starving when we gone win
Kicking in the door bitch nigga let's us in
When we gone win
Kicking in the door bitch nigga guess we in
That 38. tucked up for your chiny chin chin
Wrestling poverty got a nigga feeling pinned
Devilish thoughts came just to override my brain
I stay ready headshots drawn like nothing was the same
My soul flames my balls on fire like Lui Kang
My conscious talking but devil got the tightest muzzle
Got empathy issues I can't let my people struggle
Every night we talking different ways on how we come up
Mind of a young black youth nigga I was a dumb pup
Overtime working Best Buy shifts ain't paying shit
I remember buying all that shit just to flip
Wasn't built for the drug game but my people gotta eat
Foot on my neck and couldn't stand the smell of defeat
Whole fam moved to Florida left the kid dolo
Winter nights fur north face look like Im next to solo
Who the cops trying low blow metal on them like robo
Mommas be screaming no mo retire my nine like Romo
The gang wolves like Domo extendo clips not for promo
Praying to God hope my momma still love me
If die in these Staten streets only God can judge me
We mad poised no noise while high like asteroids
My brothers back me up 2 gats like Blastoise
Then kaboom enter room like I'm Vic Von Doom
I need the money and jewelry plus all heirlooms
Gimme the loot gimme the loot before I let shit spray
Now that little voice screaming there's a better way
Feel like God talking to me how I let you go astray
Silencer on my inner voice I committed to the play
Bad ideas for the come up sound good don't get attached
If I could I reverse snatch and give it all back
Light years of nightmares to cashmere your fly gear
Drunk off these streets each lick be like a light beer
Never worth it trust me streets don't do no favors
But when you drowning in the moment who the fuck gone save us
But wait a minute ain't this the American dream
Systematically place us and back out like a homer memes
We killing our own
We robbing our own
We hugging the block
Feeling like it's really home it's really not
I promise there's more the life you should really know
Don't judge my lowest low my voice conflicted soul

Written by:
Emmanuel Cooper Jr.

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