recollections of 18th and monroe Lyrics

Yuh

Yuh, yuh yuh mhm yuh

Lemme tell y'all a story man

Lemme tell y'all a story man, for real

You know how it go, shit in the city it ain't pretty, huh

Let me tell y'all 'bout this boy

He was seven years old

Always doing good

He did everything mama had told

Till he was around the hood and saw shit that he shouldn't before

And nothing ever could prepare him for how the world was so cold

Hanging around them blocks and corners he saw shit that he shouldn't have

Nigga said "Yeah, you see this brick Imma front you half

Then you gon run the city routes like a running back

I'll make the pass

Just make sure you sell them birdies like you Don McNabb"

Niggas laughed

They was missing dads and education bad

Not good at math but they knew that pack was gonna be a bag

We was young running from that 12

We ain't have no business

No they wasn't really in them books but they was 'bout them women

Don't let no nigga ever try to press you

'Member count your digits

When shit go down and 12 interrogating don't you do no snitching

So many lives that this game had took and now we steady miss 'em

Can I rewind time

So I can tell 'em that I wished they would've listened

Hanging round them hood legends that he used to idolize

Turn on the news, "Nigga what you watching?"

Oh, that's homicide

So when they got them four letters that boy he used to strategize

No this ain't right I wanna lead my niggas towards a better life

And then they came around the block and they let off them shots

Here come the cops they asked a lot

He ain't tell 'em nothing he saw

But that was the day that he realized that this here world was so cruel

It's really unfair and nobody cares

Yeah nobody play by them rules

You think they care about your feelings nigga?

No the fuck they don't

You show any emotion they tell your bitch ass go home

And if you feel away about it you better load up that chrome

Experiences like this resonate yeah they stay in my dome

'Cause what I'm witnessing I differentiate right from wrong

I take it as a sign God telling me I don't belong

Seen some wild shit

Nigga you must be tripping, psilocybin

Niggas strung out

Yeah you really tripping, Phyllis Hymen

Running around with no shoes

Niggas robbed you

Now you getting violent

But what's more important?

Getting your lick back or your baby crying?

But you steady sexing all these women

Tryna stretch they hymen

Running 'round the city

Pulling triggers, the reason bullets flying

Yet, God awakened me He kept me out the way that's divine timing

And with these stories I recount I'm talking 'bout me that's why I'm rhyming

I was that boy

This is what've I've seen