Hard Concrete

The Coup

While growing up in the ghetto



My time went fast



see I be stealing from the grown ups



running from the tasks



as i dash through the grass everyday



skipping class



my daddy dont be tripping



so you can kiss my ass



pass the doogie doobie lefthand side



only nine years old getting high getting high



I wonder why my teacher's sweating me



I did my history It dont relate to me



my gpa 1.3



see i remember places the names streets dates



anybody rolling with stolen license plates



but if that faked out of date shit



wasnt in my way



ask me anything or where im from



i bet i get an A minus



in fact i am the finest



counting male faster than you can say your highness



dont combat me with dryness



cos i know the definition of any slang word



so what's that synonym you're wishing?



I want to be a lawyer



accused of a liar like LaToya



so im dropping the fourth grade



slinging lemonade



I am my own keeper



a young o'erachiever



ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver



now I lay me down to sleep



cos i cant eat my noodles right



dead bodies every other night



we fucking up the appetite



tragedy is an everyday thing



put on a video game sit some time



if i can stand the pain



give me the knowledge from the street



now watch me learn it



I went to get a job



but too young for a work permit



dont come my way (fool)



I might just have to gack



they say we growing up fast



but we just dying faster



chorus



always dropping the good or villain cop



slam the child on the hard concrete



repeat



Well it's June 17th



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