For kids remembering stalled memories

Walled-in by penitentiaries

Convinced the end will be these halls, where all men are sent eventually

Who wonder is existence worth the skin it’s printed on

The undereducated never made it much less finished strong

Do you really believe that, when the guns are drawn?

Street cats’ll react like you sung their songs

When they punch the clock, run stunts from cops

Break laws, take off, make the hunger stop?

Punk thug runners of guns, drugs, numbers

Back street tag teams, blunt-drunk youngsters

Cats be crack fiends, athletes, rap dreams

You live that big fat and happy

I’ve been black sheep, roughed up by tough love and setbacks

Got an ex-stepdad and no clue where old dude rests his head at

Useless student in the true sense whose blueprints proved a nuisance

Never fit the rubric, so with each movement I slipped to loose ends

A cute two cents, but truly not them

You got a job, friends, school, tools, options

Them? Problems, futures locked in

Subdued by rotten, food, booze, toxins

Heed this caution when preaching doctrine

Cuz their top ten don’t see the God-sent

Forgot Rakim, knock H to the Izzo

So go home dox and escape to your zip code