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[verse 1: jeremaki]
grew up in ghettos or whatever you call it
toy soldiers and pharaohs they endeavor the toilet
if you was lucky to get those, could forget if you lost it
i imagined i’d get those and some checks in mom wallet

imagined oth_llo now a n_gga is cautious
went to school portobello and these n_ggas like florets
they get the water from meadows, i get mine from a faucet
there was a bridge between n_ggas and i never could cross it
so we bagging roaches, smashing birds
hard knock life you act like you never heard
land full of sprite cans, junkies stealing herbs
d_mned to this life, d_mned sitting on the curb

can’t be surprised, i grew up in blumberg
where n_ggas ain’t eye to eye, gun fire’s ya slumber
why people don’t see these lives? they see us as numbers
concentrated poverty’s treated like lumber

13th of blumberg, northside slum on 23rd
laid my head to sleep with gunners
who heats the summer and leech off rumors
and at the end of the day lives will cease when guns heard

these streets of thunder, release my wonders
of if i’ll ever make it out, will peace be slumber
that millionaire life’s outta reach ’cause blumberg only teaches
one word and that’s eat ya done heard

and i barely do drugs, this week’s newcomers
are sheep, and hunters got the shears to turn they ass into
sheets, new covers. it’s a feast, it’s only natural to reap
’cause blumberg only teaches one word and that eat

we on the curb of defeat where drummers only weep
’cause broken dreams took some lives, now he stuck on the streets
head on a swivel, eye on a missile, then tucked into sleep
and no one told him that he should’ve put his efforts to beats
[verse 2: jeremaki]
underworld, underworld, inner_city borough
told to get some b_tches, or come up with pretty pearls
grow up stealing bread, get wet, like hippie girls
nappy ass heads we call that sh_t philly curls

discarded part full of trees sitting ’round with these burls
a poor n_gga’s disease is trauma that can’t be hurled
amused n_ggas at ease, they eat what they observe
and pour n_ggas like peas, released to third world

underworld, underworld, power to the d_mned
shoutout to the n_ggas that folded a bad hand
you played you got jammed, you gave your crops and
decayed and rotten, you slave on bought land

a save a lot man whose days are common
afraid to live life with n0body to spot him
proceed caution, these weeds is foreign
you hiding over in bushes, won’t see the blossoms

grew up in ghettos or whatever you call it
toy soldiers and pharaohs they endeavor the toilet
if you were lucky to get those, could forget if you lost it
i imagined i’d get those and some checks in mom wallet
i imagine i’ll get those putting techs in market
named after hovah, professor of profit
making big man moves, put respect in my pocket
i guess i don’t deserve sh_t with my neck in the office

i guess i ain’t learn sh_t, could forget about prophets
so give me one last sip ’till the trauma deposits
don’t give me one last tip, cuz i’m finally off it
living life forfeit, like i’m all in the coffin

used to write these books and a couple of sonnets
like a wise man would, used to check all the comments
nothing happens when you speak old man
while you’re just hitting 20, you preaching novice

- jeremaki

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