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Apocalyptic visions No pot to piss in so I'm penny pinching Nickel flipping Tryna pack a punch the flow Never in the trenches Had dreams when I grow up Most blood I've seen, scraped knees And bloody nose we was Riding bikes, meet up with some lil Fellas Acting like I can fight, our brains Were undeveloped It got scary at night but boy lemme Tell ya Its different on they side, choppas Singing aca acapella Pew, pew, bop bum These kids don't know nun Wonder why Cousins, uncles and daddy's Lives are done It's raining it's pouring Tears under the sun Look around it's a flood They just wanna have fun like Bounce, jump Bounce, jump Hands up Don't draw the gun Drawing blood This a kids book don't draw the Blood Bounce, jump Bounce, jump Hands up Don't sound the gun off Now run, don't walk Get loud, don't talk Devil my neighbor Distant with savior We all want the paper, want the Green, Mother Nature Life's a bitch dont save her Give an inch, take an acre Tryna cover Fader, catch a fade or get Ya weight up They'll stain ya So I don't say much I don't really say nun Need a translator Goin insane They'll try to sedate us Our stories already written Imma be the illustrator Once upon a time Once upon a 9 8, 7, 6, And then 5 young men just Getting by No where near civilized Just tryna stay and feel alive But what they feel inside always been Pushed to the side Once they too deep it's hard to Change them wrongs to right That's all they really knew of Used to the streets and outside And then they grew up Running back and forth basically Suicide But they better touch that line cause What's on it is there lives and they Goin insane Rain rain go away But it always stayed That's The way they was raised Neglect and projects had an effect on What's next But it's no time to reflect They just Tryna get that check and Make it Bounce, jump Bounce, jump Hands up Don't draw the gun Drawing blood This a kids book don't draw the Blood Bounce, jump Bounce, jump Hands up Don't sound the gun off Now run, don't walk Get loud, don't talk Devil my neighbor Distant with savior We all want the paper, want the Green, Mother Nature Life's a bitch dont save her Give an inch, take an acre Tryna cover Fader, catch a fade or get Ya weight up They'll stain ya So I don't say much I don't really say nun Need a translator Goin insane They'll try to sedate us Our stories already written Imma be the illustrator