Rise Of The Underworld Lyrics

Woke since '96

On the block

I was the king

Nobody dared to mess with me

They knew I'd bring

Trouble and chaos

Yeah

That was my thing

Daddy left us stranded

Like he had no bling

Mama remarried to Jerry

Tryin' to make ends meet

Seven kids to feed

Life was far from sweet

Cleaning houses for the rich

South Tulsa elite

But when food ran out

The struggle was concrete

Living off Uncle Sam's handouts

Yellow cheese and Spam

But when they were gone

Hunger slammed

Fridge empty

Like a barren wasteland

For a growing boy

It was a cruel exam

So I roamed the streets

With an attitude so cold

Taking out my anger

Feeling bold

Blaming poverty

Yeah

That was my mold

But deep down

My heart was sold

I hated being poor

Always striving for more

Climbing out of the pit

That was the score

But in my quest

I left scars galore

Till I realized

There's always a door

So I turned my life around

Flipped the script

From a troubled kid to a righteous crypt

No more blaming, no more crypt

Just living life

With a positive grip

In the midst of '96

On the block

I reigned supreme

A young king with a dream

Fueled by the street's gleam

Daddy vanished like a ghost

Mama's struggle was extreme

Seven siblings deep

Life was no gentle stream

Mama wed Jerry

But the struggle didn't cease

South Tulsa's mansions

Our only peace

Yet when the government's aid began to decrease

Hunger struck hard

Our worries didn't release

From USDA commodities to empty shelves

In the land of plenty

We barely dwelled

For a young soul like me

It felt like hell

But I refused to succumb

I refused to quell

On the streets

I roamed

A fire burning inside

Fueled by anger

Fueled by pride

Blaming poverty

But there's nowhere to hide

In this game of life

I had to ride

Don Makaveli rose from the rubble

In the face of adversity

I didn't buckle.

No more excuses

No more trouble

Just the will to survive

In this urban jungle