We we were in the fields as teens
Tryna work to chase our dreams
Man you shoulda seen the feinds
And their walking awkward leans
Dabbled in the ghettos schemes
Even weighted triple beams
90s magic from the 80s
Had the whole ghetto go crazy
Nones lazy we had nothing
And we were all tryna stay clean
Thats except for those didnt
Chasing highs without a limit
Left their bodies they were spirits
That shit done really fucked their vision
Many hustled for the digits so
That they could fill they fridges
Outdoors standing on their business
Burning bridges in a minute
Some even fucked over their siblings
And so many had caught beatings
Wonder who was really wining


Early morning to the evenings
The hood was busy there were dealings
Summer hot as fuck for breathing
Like a hell thats fulla demons
Even tthough right in between em
We saw beauty in the moments
Where the hope was kinda beaming
Had mixed feelings that were fleeing
Niggaz on the corners
Chasing europeans
Chamoflauged around civilians
But i had a metro card
To see the city
Noone with me it was odd
They rather stay around 4 blocks
Being terrorized by cops
I wished that it could all soon stop
But it wouldnt cuz it couldnt
Its the hood and it be hoodin
Only escape we kinda got
Summer nights up on the boardwalk
Boards theyre wooden
And the lights were mesmerizing
In this home thats coney island

What it was around the way
Same ol shit on different days
In the summer all the rage
Would be displayed
We had parties round the buildings
Some of the buildings witnessed killings
Blood was spilling
The drug dealing round the children
Where the innocence was fleeing
Cuz all the police saw was villians
Working for the ones controlling
All the billing
Making billions off the misery
They did it all through history
Even as the hot dogs grilling
We had ops among us chilling
That be recording all the minutes
Turning snithces from the ignit
For the riches they was in it
Lying on affidavits written