Infinity Tha relliK vs OrishianSeeds

[trap.]

03-12-2005

Infinity Tha relliK

Yo...

I never thought I'd see a situation quite like this/
2 seconds ago the thought of my body bein lifeless/
Was the furthest thought away from my consciousness/
It kinda obvious I underestimated God's conscience/
I seen myself grow from child, to young'n to man/
19 years had suddenly passed in 5 drops of sand/
I'm hangin on the second hand, chillin on the III/
Another couple of clicks...shit, no more Infinity/
You can visibly see that I'm scared shitless/
I ain't wanna die, take me to heaven and skip this/
Every choice I made wrong, every deed done right/
Keeps playin over and over inside of my mind/
I seen my momma gettin sliced open for cesarian/
Pullin me out to experience this fucked up planetarium/
It's like God's experiment went bad so we abandonned him/
Sayin "Fuck YOU! This our own shit hole we stranded in"/
I acquired that attitude somewhere at like age 6/
Readin the Bible and somehow a page made me sick/
Tellin us He so loved the world that he gave is son/
Shit...we took him from him, now we bein chased & run/
We been hidin in ourselves...afraid to let some one see/
The true you - forcin upon our children our false beliefs/
My parents taught me what they thought was right/
But it was wrong for me, no wonder I would fight/
Kickin and screamin, pissin and moanin/
Pissed off cuz I felt my soul wasn't worth ownin/
So I started makin music, round the age of 14/
Skin blemished, but never lost a step when it came to a beat/
I was rockin the floor boards at any club I could/
Started a crew in my High School, became misunderstood/
Called a 'wigger' a 'wannabe' 'gangster' but fuck that/
I ain't none of that, started rappin to prove that fact/
Writin was my only release from the rage that boiled inside/
Turmoil resides in my heart and will till the soil confides/
And comforts my body, like a blanket of death/
But I ain't ready yet! I'm in love with the flesh/
I've made beats, rocked too many to count/
And I ain't made a dolla from it, I can't give up now!/
I'M FUCKIN NINETEEN GOD! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!/
I'VE PAID MY DUES AND THEN SOME! BUT YA SPIRIT'S STILL HAUNTING ME!/
Yeah, so maybe I OUGHT to leave...Though I ain't comin to you/
I'll be chizzlin "Fuck You" in the brimstone while smokin wit Lu'
Chillin, waitin for the day when we ALL fall from ya graces/
High ass expectations for which I've lost my patience/
At least I'd be escapin this never ending cycle/
Of never adding up, and then fallin to a rifle/
SO FUCK IT!!! I'mma do it myself...

*BANG!*

OrishianSeeds

she was the typical ghetto inner-city queen
door knocker earings,95 air max and tight jeans
was wifed up at easy at the age of 16
local dude who sold weed by the name of rahiem
he had the area game locked
average nigga, grew up with out a pops
followin the foot steps that got his older brother knocked
this queen had dreams beyond brooklyn avenuse and streets
easily excelled beyond the expectations of a ghetto black teen

a year from now she's college bound
and Rah is making moves out of town
supplying raw weight down south
big player with work under his bumper
classic street dreamin pay her tuition,watch his brother and cop a few hummers
I personally love how these ghetto tales unfold
they become neighborhood fairy tales told
a Spike Lee or John Singleton stories that get sold
its as predictable as its old
Rahiem was making a routine trip
gun in the glove box, a trunk full of bricks
either he got cocky and started to slip
or somebody got jelous and snitched
its him the traffic cop and the contraband in his whip
the rockerfeller laws are a bitch
he's hasn't left the state yet he was stopped on the bridge
during the court process she wasn't called in as a witness or any of that shit
she just sat and watched her benefactor get sentenced a mandatory 15 for this

a few years pass,she's still by his side a real 'ryde or dye' bitch
money on his books and the occassional conjugal visit
she's got a full time grind and going to community college
say's she'll stick by him nor matter what the problem is
no real wedding in the conjugal trailor they exchange rings and make a lovers promise

Rahiem is on the inside around all types of guys
latinos,blacks, whites and some asians
5%er's ,Latin Kings,Neitas and Arayan Nations

now here's the twist in this tale where shits gets bad
cuz fuck what you heard in jail most niggas go fag
STD's breed, blisters on they tounge and lips, bleeding in and out they ass
its dangerous,shower horror stories of getting plugged in the back
some cats form relationships with man, in the mess hall hugging kissing and holding hands
till they go back on the ave
Rahiem was a pretty dude,homie was sweet
wouldn't know unless he told you,they took him his first week
some more time passes and visits is less
he's slimmed up and he's sick in his chest
not as neatly kept,what else would you expect
open wounds and leasions on his neck

she's well off into her early 20's as sexy as can be
alot like that mya song 'single sexy and free'
every so often she feels week and has a violent nose bleed
blinding her eye's not wanting to notice what everyone else sees
she goes on likes its nothing, denying its something
in the back of her mind thinking 'he wouldn't do such a thing"

by this time it was already an epidemic in most ghettos
dudes come back from jail and females refuse to let go
they're passing around AIDS in my community like its a fucking CD
letting anything that could get fucked catch a disease
its a joke we laughed off the probablity of an STD
laughing at the possibility of it comming to mess with me
no one I really know but its a true story this girl died, a full blown case and its disgusting
bitches need to be more careful of who they're trusting

peace

edit* I wrote this in honor of Flo Nemesis