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