8:15 P.M. Lyrics

Broken dreams, broken hearted, all left in my soul was carnage

My homie was pushing dope, served it to the whole apartments

One day by the liquor store, served it to the po' department

They took him down to County he said rap a song about him

Told that boy you know I got ya

It's on and popping

Gave the city sweat, tears, blood out our carotids

Know all my niggas solid

We bonded through the bondage

Freeing our subconscious

Turned the studios to convents

I know some people that meditate, woo

I know some people bow they head and pray, woo

But I find the beat I'm pressing play

Get the pen and legislate

Talk to my higher power like we face to face, the seventh day

My city close to heavens gates

Niggas shooting every day

The aftermath could devastate

Your soul I'm tryna restore

Stories about section eight

Tryna record break

And do it at a record pace

Niggas knowing how we regulate

Seen it first hand ain't no need for me to speculate

Bullets hit ya chest and face

Paramedics respire

Loved ones bringing flowers to ya grave site to decorate

Hope these songs guide you through decisions that you yet to make

Nightmares can't sleep

Blood in eyes can't see

Empty fridge can't eat

Life up in these Eight streets

Eight streets

Life up in these Eight streets

Eight streets

Life up in these

Nightmares can't sleep

Blood in eyes can't see

Empty fridge can't eat

Life up in these Eight streets

Eight streets

Just life up in these Eight streets

Broken homes, broken promise

Grind to fix my broken pockets

Generations full of pain, we get throwed and don't acknowledge

Deep in Winnebago County I can give you correspondence

My niggas is living gods don't care about no mortals comments

Never letting money be the thing that guide my moral compass

Need to have the crown before I hear them angels blow them trumpets

Fear of coming up short sometimes I had over done it

When I'm in the booth never kept the shit below a hundred

Quarterly we grow the budget

Hustlers supposed to love it

Look at what the flow becoming

Told you I would overcome it

Now what we grossing doubling

And we grew close through hustling

Gutter have my soul discomfort

Enlighten when these poems is shuffling

My life viewed

Through these haiku's

I'm Bron James, Skinny Ty Lue

Bout to bring the home town a title

No co-sign from no famous niggas I knew

Ain't no white man I'm tryna get signed to

Fruition of prophecies from high school

The city get life when we slide through

Feel Angelo spirit come alive too

It's like wooo

Nightmares can't sleep

Blood in eyes can't see

Empty fridge can't eat

Life up in these Eight streets

Eight streets

Life up in these Eight streets

Eight streets

Life up in these

Nightmares can't sleep

Blood in eyes can't see

Empty fridge can't eat

Life up in these Eight streets, Eight streets

Just life up in these Eight streets

Aye, yeah