Conceiving my Son: History

In search of victory, she keeps saluting me
if only we could be together momentarily
We could make love, and make history
Why won’t you visit me, until she visits me
I’ll be stuck with her sister, her name is defeat
She gives me agony, so much agony
She brings me so much pain
So much misery, like missing your last shot
And falling to your knees.
As the crowd screams, for the other team
I practice so hard for this moment victory don’t leave
I know what this means, I’m stuck in this routine
Whole new different day, but the same old things
All I got is dreams, but nobody else could see
Nobody else believe, nobody else but me
Where are you victory, I need you desperately
Not just for the moment. To make history

So now I’m flirting with death
Hustling like a cheat, while victory wasn’t watching
Took chances repeatedly
As a teenage boy, before acne
Before I got proactive, I couldn’t face she
I just threw on my hoodie and headed to the streets
I swear I met success, we lived together shortly
A success is like lust, which is good to the touch
Witch is good for the moment, but she’s never enough
Everybody’s had her, she’s nothing like me
But success is all I got, unfortunately
But I’m burning down the block I’ve been in it with defeat
But something tells me that there’s much more to see
Before I get killed, cause I can’t get robbed
So before me, success and death manage’
I got to get lost, I got to find V
We got to be together to make history

Now victory is mine, it taste so sweet
She’s my trophy wife, she’s coming with me
We have a baby who stutters` repeatedly
We name him history He’ll repeat after me
He’s my legacy, son I’m a hard worker
Future of my past, he’ll explain who I be
Rank me among the greats
Either 1 2 or 3, if I ain’t number one
Then I failed your victory
Ain’t in it for the fame, that dies within weeks
Ain’t in it for the money, can’t take me when you leave
I want to be remembered long after you breathe
Long after I’m gone, long after I breathe
I leave all I am, in the hands of history
Bless my last will and testimony
This is much more then a song
It’s a baby shower, I’ve been waiting for this hour
History your ours.

Affiliation

So my little homies just got detained, nothing out of the norm for these individuals but this time its looking like it may be for a longer duration of the previous stints. I'm not gonna front its got me a little uneasy about my personal life and wondering if revelations in their world will set a collision course into mine.

There’s Heaven and then there’s Hell

One day you cruising in the 7 then the next day your alibi’s aint matching up
Bullshit catching up, you hit with the RICO, they repo’d that vehicle
Shit was all good just a week ago.
About to start snitching ain’t you?
Ready to start bitching ain’t you?
I forgive you. I forgive you! Hustling just ain’t you.
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass in bars
You know you wouldn’t be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers and mackmilli
East coast bodiers, west coast cap-peelers
Little monkey niggas turned gorillas

Murder of a Teenage Life

The murder of a teenage life
Fire from the cold steel, the heat from the brights
The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath
The murder of a teenage threat
The aroma of sinsemilia dollar superstar
Scum of vicodin cocaine tobacco leaf
Ecstatic tap-less fire water and freaky-deeky-e
The murder of a teenage chief
My easy speaking is easy as it seem to be
Hungry belly drama busts off easily
Balloon bang, pop, hot as a bang spot in Bangkok
Colder than a pimp glock, aim shot the frame drops
Pressure pushed him to the earth like a rain drop
Take not life in vain, now how the preacher was saying
Remember anyway they laid him in the straight box
Dark suit and gray socks the neighborhood is all distraught
Candle lights upon the news report the families and students saw
Confused in awe, they weep into each others' arms
It's murder
New absence from a mother's arm
Even the warmth from the mother's arms
Could not keep her son from harm
From standing where the gun was drawn
Over come done and done he gone, murder
Shell like a bell that rung
The blood burst body temperature fell and plunged
And then the time it took the medics to come
The breath eased out of his lungs
And his soul eased out of the slums
And the voice eased out of the drums
The sireens they gleam they swung, murder
Telephone wire sneakers hung, murder
For the black and young, murder, and the Ave they from
From the block the president did not campaign on
Where the dollar that the working poor slave for is made on
Where hustlers stretch the yay long
Hustle hard for an outpost to trade on
Flip it over and make more
Where the blocks are yellow taped off
Young bloods is trained off for obese to gray zone
Where the pressure just stay on
But the lights and the heat don't
The place where you witness the true power of street folk
And that's where I'm coming from people
High post low key eighth oz and kilo
Law man dope man adversary amigo
Preacher man pimp hand both folding their C-notes
A black fist clutching deliverance for the people
Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in
Chop the devil's hand to make the fucker stop reaching
Ghetto people know when the voice of true speaking