Where I'm From
You see I’m from a city where you never sleep unless you’re at peace
And for some it’s never peace so they stay up late humming songs to their piece
Where I’m from
Those same ones that would hum to their guns
Think that robbing is just for fun
And that when they cock it back that’s your head start to run
Won’t stop blasting till the job is done
They’ll keep on fighting till they won
And they’ll end your life too, just so they can be number one
Where I’m from we don’t give a fuck where you’re from
And if you talk crazy…then you’ll get beat like a drum
These cold windy nights make you want to live long enough for the warm breezy day
And the muggings make you want to stray but the city decides how long you stay
Life is short but that’s up to city because she has the last say
She’ll beat you down and pick you up in the same day
She’ll kick you to your knees just to make sure that you’ll pray
She’ll break your neck to make sure you’ll see it her way
She’ll even make getting jumped feel like child’s play
And this bitch will keep you alive just to torment your every cell
And you’ll stay trapped within the city’s cell
No hope for bail and even dark niggas like me turn pale
And when this girl gets angry
She’s testy and she doesn’t like too many strangers
So she invites them in just so they can see the danger
And by the time they get home they folks say they seem a bit stranger
See my city has a rep to uphold to all you ignorant goofies
That will spend the night and wake up hungover talking about a roofy
But to me my city isn’t so harsh because she’s been testing me from the start
Even if it was hoopin’ I had to always show my heart
We grew up in the shadow of the greatest legend
23 on his back people want them J’s and I ain’t talkin’ bout a session
And those cold unforgiving streets taught me more than any school lesson
Whole family dying, you getting shot at now that’s stressin
Just surviving these goddamn streets is a profession
And I’ve passed my requirements to claim where I’m from
And no I’m not the stereotypical nigga with a gun
But my city gave me a tool to handle all you lames
Most of ya’ll got one too see I call mine a brain
But my came equipped with sensors for danger
A no-bullshit filter for strangers
And x-ray vision to see through all you fake ass gangsters
Trigger sensitive reflexes to see a nigga up the banger
Ultra sight so that I could see through the tent on a ranger
Automatic cock back punches to let you know we major
A mean ass glare that just comes from my nature
And a tough mentality that makes my skin thicker than a glacier
My city blew me and beat me into a man and I’m still young
So ain’t no need to ask me where the hell I’m from
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