Horseshoe Gang - Ode To Tha Slums (Julius Luciano's Interlude) lyrics

[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..