Story Time: Suburban Slum

Welcome to Story Time about this Suburban Slum Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah My first time getting jumped was off Eastside Drive And Wesley Chapel, leaving a party from Golden Glide We was tryna walk to QT on the other side We ain't een make it past the Supreme Fish Delight I had my phone on my ear, shit I was talking to my patna, it was clear That I was handling business, and minding mine It was me and one person But nine niggas was posted in front of the post office and they knew it was time They said they didn't have a phone and asked if they could use mine I said, I'm on call Then lied and said, Plus it's about to die dog First nigga approached me and came up off the sidewalk Pulled the gun out, pointed it straight at my eyeball The first thing that I thought Is this can go a lot of ways, but I'm for sure This won't be the day that I fall I didn't budge a bit His other patna snuck and hit me And my nigga I was wit realized the gun didn't have a clip So he swung On the nigga with the gun and knocked em down Now I'm up and I'm swinging on like 5 niggas around me Two started chasing my patna, two hopped into the car Somebody hit me on the back of the head, a little hard I fell onto the ground, and curled into a ball And then they started to kick I thought to myself, Fuck this shit I tossed the phone They picked that shit up and they was gone Shit, they started booking No looking back At all the wrong and all the harm that they had caused And plus I got a bloody nose So I got up and strolled past this cop He really was posed to be there Shit, like six minutes ago He talked into the walkie talkie and said Yeah I got a call about some kids getting jumped With blood running down my face, I turned around Looked at him dead in his eyes and said It's me dumb fuck I turned back and then I did a little chuckle with a grin Then wore a straight face, determined to not turn around again I walked back to the entrance of Golden Glide, it was closed They didn't wanna let me in, I moved my hand and said Do you see my nose You better let me use this fucking bathroom I walked in and didn't say if I was coming back soon I'll admit, my emotions got the best of me, I was raging Somebody had rattled up the bull and opened up his cage I wish I distributed my anger in better ways I woulda beat they ass, but factor in they had better numbers in the equation And I'm outta luck, now my energy runs amuck And my enemies run aloose, I'm the goose and these niggas ducks Yo let's take it back to that circle where getting popped in the head was a game Now they ain't afraid to get em popped Leave em dead with his brains As decorations on that concrete canvas And shit, it's barely making news when it's suicides on campus See Black bodies are game kill, we just got skulls with no antlers And fuck all the people in power that act like y'all can't help us Reparations are past due, and still y'all ain't felt us Y'all depriving us of equal opportunity cause y'all selfish If poverty crimes wasn't a reality for someone Then maybe they wouldn't feel compelled to rob another brother Coley Listen to this, nigga Yah