Eastside Story

You the reason that mom and them drinkin' You always up in your room, what the fuck are you thinking I didn't raise no bitch, in no house that I pay We better off giving food to a hooker down in LA LA? You done make us worried sick with the choices you made Got no plans for a college, get the fuck out my face Your parents should be ashamed that they raised you this way I still love 'em, they brought me peace and they paving my way You survived what they couldn't, how you thinking you done for You've been beaten and bruised, are you willing to die for The feeling of making statements, the reason to write, or Go back to having a plan that you never attacked more But who got me? I'm hoping you understand that a mind can feel different Different from what reality made it seem And different from what the outside can view from the in-between As if it wasn't a sin to explain the truth I feel that the pressure on me when family come to view Like who the fuck that be saying these childish-ass remarks The twist is all in the book, you've been speaking all from the heart I created this all by my damn self Story east-side, of living in commonwealth Pages all in a braille, like Eli fighting from hell If you can't already tell, my words are written from wells From water to wanting slaughter, to friendly, to wanting fail To enemies wanting peace, to the pieces along the trail I'll call it the way I see it, you bitches ain't never helped If anything, gave me reason to put you bitches on stilts We go back to back like track on track just for the hell of it Teach your sons and daughters that their pens are like a pendulum What they write will come to fruition, and what you telling them On that note another year, and I make it, no comparison I don't apologize, matter fact this is a fuck you With dearest sincerity, and written by only yours true Now watch the kid who broke the chain for you rappers, old news Come to his senses, and take the game like he's supposed to