This is the story of a family of three One mother, two sons, and what a tragedy would be But that's for later discussion So, as we start our first scene Keep in mind that everything is not always as it seems
A household kept clean, bills always paid Everyone dressed to impress, people swear they got it made But what lays under the name brands were two different sons A gangsta in the eldest and an artist in the young See, the eldest had a lust for snatchin' all that lays around Which proves that idle hands will become the Devil's playground The young a dream chaser, who desired the finer things Who worked to fly the world and give his mother diamond rings Two gifts to the same mother, the difference grew before long The two would discover that they couldn't get along They'd fight to blood and tears and as we turn this next page They part ways, things unfold as they grow older with age
A mother of two children, one good, and one not so One of positivity, the other more hostile One who's stress free, that has dreams of the better With A B's for letters, lets see how he ends up
The younger of the two, workin' hard for his mother Tryna' take her mind off of the stresses of his brother Workin' hard on his grades, gettin' Bs and As Little man never thought he would see the day Tears would lay along the face of the woman that had brought him here today See, try as he might to negate the pains of the woman he adores it would seem to fade But it didn't ever leave, she'd just put it to the side So she'd smile, and he would, but knew better inside She hurts, but it's all his gas To go for better with a fire on his ass Bustin' his ass in his room in the casa Growin' and grindin' to become a monster School plays singing "Hakuna Matata" To DJs saying he'll rule every roster Blood, tears and sweat, for what he wanted to get And the pains that his brother left is something he won't forget You see, the lack of a father and brother gave him character And forced him to work alone, he became his own manager Now he's grown to be somethin' the world will admire But the actions of his brother added fuel to his fire
A mother of two children, one good, and one not so One of positivity, the other more hostile One who's stressful, that has schemes for the cheddar With haze green, Barrettas, lets see how he ends up
The eldest, the gangsta, Mr. Big Shit Poppin' 5 alive, ride or die, bodies get droppin' Given all that he wanted, but he still desired way more That lust for material is what he'd soon pay for You see, as a thug, you feel in the prime of your life, right? Money, bitches, scaring niggas, that's the time of your life, right? Invincible to all, with no flaws, commitin' lots of sin Oblivious to rule, so you're oblivious to consequence Now, here's where it gets harsh, there's the family that loves him They see what he's doing, but won't put anyone above him They ask for him to change his ways, they know what's going to arrive But to him, it's just talk, messing with his drive So he goes for a drive, one faithful night, his soldier at his side Arrived at his destination, set his family's angst aside Stepped inside, blast the 9' and slide Hoppin' back inside his ride after an act of homicide What followed? Flashing lights His mother and brother, patiently waiting, pacin' the floor Till their bell rings, just to see an officer's face in the door The two go pale, and the pain is just too much to see Upon hearing that their beloved's in police custody Fast forward the time, the mighty gangsta, you should see his face Praying and pleading for the day that he would beat his case Never did any of the cast foresee What would be said by the judge on that March 14th The cherry on top of this poor family's list of shit The gavel bangs, life imprisonment Mother going emotional, the eldest struck depression Yet surprisingly, the youngest with the blankest of expressions Could it be that he's accepted what's befallen his others? Could it be he's just strong for his dear mother? Or could it be that he realizes, despite that he ignored him Now, more than ever, the gangsta will need his little brother
Heh, what a twist, how the mighty falls The lone OG, now cherishing collect calls Heh, what a twist, in a bittersweet delight No longer valuing objects, now it's visitation rights Ain't it nice, he gets to show his family his new place It's just a shame there's no escape and changing ways is too late A mother of two children, one good, and one not so One of positivity, the other more hostile One who stayed true to bringing brightness to his soul And the other's wrongdoing leading him to his new homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
