Woke Up

Went to sleep and I woke up realer Posted like an 80s dope dealer beat killer culprit a Known go getter grown I'll finish yo dinner I'll rain on your block for three summers and four winters Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger The 44 administer shots then dropped inside the ocean a Miraculous come back of a lost prodigy Shit I'm in my bag colostomies Go for the steel like a common thief My atrocities are forgiven I've managed to take a piece of you with me Like biopsies peep to all my niggas on they Back in that hearse I ride for ya My nigga Mal and 40 I cried for ya Ya man Kuniva still survivin my lawyer lies hold up, the ride roll up It's just me Von solo with the force of Han Solo beat you out that I odd polo I mob Dolo used to think being deep was the shit but that's just too many niggas to watch Too many sideways facial features to jot Too many randoms falling asleep in my spot too many eyes peep what I Got I stopped reaching went vegan and started seeking peace To detox and flush out the years I spent beefin preach I was doing it wrong I wish I could go back And start redoing them songs at least change some of that content I play D12 albums back I hear a classic riddled with real shit And nonsense it be fuckin with my conscience young Stupid And having fun my karma's explaining these lyrics to my daughter and son it's all part of growth Your favorite outfit becomes too small and you outgrow it Just when you think the house is clean you spot rodents devout poet I meditate with calmness with the Glock Loaded Nigga I'm just Carlisle Von and the block know it This is my moment precise with the knife it got designs on it Heart and pride is all on my sleeve and I ride for it My father used to shoot the street lights out in Alabama I know he thought his youngest would never grab a hammer Daddy I'm sorry the block was all up on my back I saw them try to kill my bro across the street and I let it pap All I had was my niggas on RunyonAve so when I made it yo they made it Where I pointed they sprayed it We bled on that grey pavement This shit cost loyalty and we don't take a late payments no nigga we ain't playin You gossip about me I ain't concerned with what they saying I was told if you want to make God laugh then make plans In my dreams I wake up on my block and I'm 15 grab my ID And my books lock the door and the front screen Crew is outside waiting bout to walk to school deep Then my dead homie tapped me and said Von you sleep Went to sleep and I woke up realer Before anything I'm just Carlisle Von nigga