Diatribe The Phantom Stranger - The Ville

I'm gonna go back to the early aughts on this
Pre-gentrification
Like we all 'Villens till we die here
Yeah
That's why we die here
Yo check it
Just outside the Boston limits,
Beyond The Neck they call us 'Villens
Wops and micks,
Chillin in the park,
Drinkin Private Stock and Guinness
If you're walking with
Too much confidence,
They'll rob you quick
Just to get that oxycontin fix
That got em itchin
Withdrawals got em sick
You don't wanna start no shit,
Cause all these kids are waitin for a cause to flip
To be honest, lots of them don't even wanna live
You say it's wrong, and it probably is
The problem is,
That's the way it's always been
The hardest thing is being positive,
When all your friends are being locked for bids
Like fuck accomplishments
I don't even want a job,
Cause all your hard earned dollars can't spent on the rent
You're left with not a cent
When they could get a larger check,
Doing on robberies and larcenies
It's not complex,
It's obvious,
It's common sense
You bob your head,
But watch your step,
On the block you rep
Constant stress
Has got em on these meds
Klonopin,
Heron addiction,
Sparking spliffs
Loss of breath,
Coughing phlegm,
Even cops are coppin flizz
We keep a word as born
And put it on the honor system
Catholicism
Tell us God is in us
And to look upon the stars for wisdom
Hope they grant your cosmic wishes,
While all the sinners are behind bars in prison
Pondering why they bother living
They call success,
Livin' monotonous
As an office stiff
Try to do larger things
Or fall a victim
It's your decision
But onnce you're on that trip,
You're gone forever
It's the 'Ville,
It isn't something you'd understand
It's the 'Ville,
Where everybody's doing them jams
It's the 'Ville,
Where the city left the youth in despair,
But still got loyalty for these streets
We grew from this land
It's the 'Ville,
It isn't something you'd understand
It's the 'Ville,
Where everybody's doing them jams
It's the 'Ville,
Where the city left the youth in despair,
But still got loyalty for these streets
We grew from this land
I slip and stumble
Through this triple deck of jungle,
Little kids again in trouble,
Represent the struggle
And make connects for bundles
Forget their friends and left as if they never loved you
May not play with guns,
But bang the ones
And love to get in rumbles
Breaking knuckles,
Razors cut you
'Till you lay in puddles of blood
And your grave is shoveled, a
The change is subtle
'Till one day the place you was raised is rubble
I try staying humble,
But the rage just bubbles
And hate develops
'Till the anger ruptures
Yeah, a lot of people say they thuggin'
And claim they busting guns
But they ain't spraying nothin'
They just frontin like they're gangster
But in the 'Ville, it ain't about what gang you run with
It's the boys you bang with,
The park you hang in is the neighborhood you say you're from
Ain't afraid of nothing,
Rather take a bullet to their brain
Than disgrace their name
And face the shame of running
You take away their life,
You 'd be doing them a favor, brother
We're like the IRA, we say Tiocfaidh ár lá,
Our day will come,
We gonna make it somehow
It's the 'Ville,
It isn't something you'd understand
It's the 'Ville,
Where everybody's doing them jams
It's the 'Ville,
Where the city left the youth in despair,
But still got loyalty for these streets
We grew from this land
It's the 'Ville,
It isn't something you'd understand
It's the 'Ville,
Where everybody's doing them jams
It's the 'Ville,
Where the city left the youth in despair,
But still got loyalty for these streets
We grew from this land
Yeah, I bring it back to the Glen Park dust heads
the Red Sox upsets, when the sun didn't set in Somerville
when it was just another slum to you
Yeah, LP, KPU, CHP, the Mystics
Filthy Foss, Trum, Winter Hill
LPB, Eastville and Westville to Ten Hills
Villside, baby, throw your V's up
R.I.P. Omasu, GooWron, Ryan and Kevin
My man Bean, Red 3, B-Lib, throw your 3's for M.O.B

Written by:
Mark McLaughlin

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