Choppin the flow, impossible yo
I been po my whole life y'know
From the streets of the city
Where noone would talk
We had all different names for hawks
They utilized the sidewalkk chalk
They walked the line all down new york
The concrete jungle with the lions
Where the predators would stalk
And the heinas yelled all night
The bats would fly in the sky
There were lines in the sky
Heliopters flying by
I saw the lights when my eyes were red
Like their was eyes upon the dead
Police would prey upon on you
Hopin to leave you the dead
While you'd be hopin to make it to bed
After you fled they caught you
Coming out the bodega gettin some bread
Hoping for head
Then there was weight you had to shed
Cuz you saw badges on boneheads x
That looked inbred
In the hood that you were bred
They told you to stop and spread
Your legs and then you left
You jetted out the scene
Barely escaped their laser beams
On picatanny rails on barrels
That thy were aiming at yuor head
They had their sites on you they missed
You kept your life cuz you was swift
Barey escaped repressive pigs
You learned a lesson always
Tie uptight your kicks
Summer time so hot outside
The AC's runnin up the bills
Youre mad as shit
Cuz your poor as shit
And the asthma makes it hard to live
You think a bit about moving out
But where you gonna go,
You aint go no money kid
So you try to hustle for a grip
But you clumsy and you slip
So you give up on that shit



I come the bricks my jungles concrete
My building had stairs no lift
Nigggaz ran the streets with their feet
Watch out for police the blocks got heat
We try eat its hard to sleep
Where shooters creep
And when youre
Immersed in poverty
Cant relate to what rich rappers speak
When you can barely get your needs

Cuz your tired of being chased by the pigs
You know theyre representatives
Of the owners who own all where you live
Though they outta site
And dont value your life
Cuz you dont bring em value right
So they try to kill you in the ally at night
They bring the dope they bring the guns
They runing shiptments through the slums
And gt an unlimited amount of funds
They moving weight in tons
Your mans got lockd up for a bag
But they an move the bricks in son
They're ceos they flyin oversees
And they oversee it all
We're stuck on blocks where we're so small
But still we fall
But then we get up goto work
We put in work till our bodies hurt
The hood has stories up the walls
You got the snitches
You got niggaz who stood up tall
And working folk who clean the halls
You got it all
Dont let the fire inside you go
Itll be a riot if they try it
Youll change the world
If you let it grow
The soil here's neglected dirt
Where we toil with foil
And fry lunch with oil
Dont let that hunger be spoiled

I come the bricks my jungles concrete
My building had stairs no lift
Nigggaz ran the streets with their feet
Watch out for police the blocks got heat
We try eat its hard to sleep
Where shooters creep
And when youre
Immersed in poverty
Cant relate to what rich rappers speak
When you can barely get your needs