40unce - ​crime

★ Verse I ★
I ain't gotta prove myself to you niggas at all
Had to jump a couple hurdles there, but fuck it, we ball
Boy a Leo, so my pride hurt when making that call
I'm so used to shortcomings, I could never be tall
Gotta crane my neck to look up at the poverty line
Face clean, but the kid heart gotta be crying
I ain't ever had an easy fucking day in my life
Me and Jah get to talking when I'm praying at night
I ask him what did I do to deserve this pain
He told me take a couple steps and I'll be out of the rain
So I walked up to thе lari, though I didn't know why
Heard a beat, dropped somе rhymes, suddenly I was dry
But I'm still in the ghetto, can't celebrate yet
I can still see the cloud, I'm just not getting wet
If you ain't picked up on it by now, then let me make it clearer
I only care 'bout one opinion, from the man in the mirror

★ Interlude ★

★ Verse II ★
Death, depression is all I see now
Don't even want a papercut, too scared that I'ma bleed out
Let me give you a taste of what it's like to be me
They say my life a movie so let me show you in 3D
One Dee just died, another one still in prison
The third lost his scholarship, don't think his school'll miss him
Three cousins named Dee and they all older than me
And not a single one is in the place I thought they would be, damn
Back in the city, or better, back in the trap
Doing all that I can to put 'Bany back on the map
Might be that nigga, but you can't tell by the stance
Mario fucked up when he gave Big 40 a chance
I ain't going nowhere, you better get used to me
Been killed the game, I just stuck around to read off the eulogy
Now school's in session, don't even think about truancy
Who else could teach the art of self-preservation so fluently?