Carved Names

Sitting back, take a swig of this rum

Inspired by the vibrations from the kick of this drum

My mind makes me revisit the slums

I come from where people don't give a lick where you from

I've seen some crazy things, as a kid I would run

Away from drug dealers, bullies, and that kid with a gun

On the block, where them egos are as big as they come

And if you wanna talk wisdom you can hit up the bums

And that's real, this cloud of memories

Makes me wish my dead homies were my enemies

As soon as we are born, we come with a disease

And to cure this virus people tried different things