[Julius Luciano]
This is my ode to the slums
This what I feel I owe to the slums
I'm talkin' about the hoes and the d** and the dope dealers
[?] b**hes, go-gettas, gold diggers, broke n***as hopin' for funds
The old strippers with 4 kids and no sitters
The old n***as posted at liquor stores not knowin' that O.E. won't fix a broke ticker
All that should sum it up
Fall back I ain't done, know what?
We all have to love the slums if we from it
I know some only have the stomach to stomach the squalid living conditions
Plenty poor people pray for a pot to piss in
But dig it, many more men are murdered for minor sh**
But just listen, you dead if you stare
Too long, you gone, you dare to move there?
Gun laws, who cares to honor em?
n***as will shoot lead from llamas k**ing any n***as within 2 square kilometers
Nah, I ain't finna shoot, Isaac stop the beat, let me get intricate
I don't believe in that fiery place with Satan
What I'm finna tell, you should inspire a great debate man
See really hell is what I'm ironing, K's is blazing
I'm lying and crazy apes just dying to taste they prey man
Where k**ers dwell, see I ain't buying no crazy statements
In 2012, the ancient Mayans say God will erase the nation
We don't have to wait for Armageddon to come cuz I feel like Armageddon's the slums
Now hold up, where I'm from God finds you a way to make it
The broke T.V's with the pliers that change the station
The old a** buildings with no fire escapes
The architects designs implying you can't escape it
The slums, it feels like one big cul-de-sac
But I love the slums, that statement I won't retract
My ode to the slums
Gone..