Good Kid in a Mad City
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Walk with me - through the streets lowly aves;
Where the sky is blue and clear but the people are mad.
Stop at the liquor store first for beer, cheetos and snacks.
You got dudes mean muggin like Deebo on blast -
looking like they could crumple and free throw a cab.
...You'll be fine as long as you seem so relaxed.
Then There's bums who build their ego's with daps -
just diss'em and dont drop your palm below their hand.
Don't sleep though - or they'll do more then try to spray threats.
There's mean hoes wincing like they aint seen the light of day yet -
in some club wear - up there acting too fly
and stay jet.
Don't holler though, you seem too high to make sense.
There's dudes with brawns over brains who's minds are wasted
- walking with model bitches acting like they dont like the great sex.
There's driver's - anxious for a piece of that green -
revving their engines like the raised tach increases esteem.
Muscle cars with fucked paint that spent G's on their wheels
but can't afford gas -
Dave Chapelle - keeping it real.
That dealership steals - doing whatever to stack Benjamins -
they want that paper concealed from birth like black presidents.
That taqueria's the shit - the cook's a fat Mexican
who'll hook it up after hours with draft beverages.
There's a guy coming up who freestyles and raps senselessness
but I admire his work in the rest of the crafts elements.
It's not THAT negative - it's just some relevant facts.
There's a breeze in the air and women in flowy sun dresses and hats.
Eye candy and mind brandy run breathlessly fast -
take it all in and start commending the path.
We live a life of perspective - while blind in our ethics.
Wondering why others are weak, or why they're defensive.
Either we're not noteworthy or there's no rhyme to our message.
Live struggling to keep control; or dying to get it.
Some say we're skating by... on a grind to our deathbed.
At a mile a minute I'm surprised we can find a direction.
This world is ours to mold for the sights in our lenses -
but instead we huddle and cluster in lines at the exits.