!llmind - Oldtown 96 lyrics

[Chorus] One upon a time on the J Block yo! My homies had to get the dough Once upon a time on the J Block yo! The homies hit the liquor store See we was kids so many loss innocence Caught feelings, caught charges caught sentences Good catching up but what's worth remembering ? Letting go of yesterday even tomorrow's different Bruce Wayne dark nights during car rides Bumpy roads sharp rights on apartheid Round the corner from poverty and hard times Boys taking shots like paparazzi at bar fights Still black lives going for cheap Tributes with lip service make it harder to sleep Right in the triple six, yea the mark of the beast These crackers shooting up churches but they targeting me? Look, I been black longer than I been my first name Called n***a before a n***a ever learned names, a lot of schools underserved since the first grade Now a n***a like 'f** school' and never learned trades Off the porch with the flocks in his flip flops Veering left everyday a n***a pissed off Back on the block or what I'm still a chip off Between a hard place and rock but never pitched raw All we wanted was a piece of mind Right wrongs in the dark trying to see the light Silver lining dark clouds when we see the sky At the bottom looking up trying to see the heights Yea, all I wanted was a piece of mind, a piece, a slice of the pie that America divides Speak truth to the power ain't no need to hide So my kids and they kids will never be denied, yeah [Chorus] Them boys in front the Dillon's with the Demi Lovato Sending clucks to the store like get me a bottle Got plenty bravado when the semi is auto Like get to the point or send me the hollow Still, in the color section no respect for the twelve Since adolescence been neglected for real Crooked corrupt methods been expected as well Many deceptions exceptions I recollect for myself Extremes, heaven or hell, or weapons and shells Department of corrections maybe references jail Indictments, with lack of evidence, expected to fail Innocent, guilty, alleged, man a blessing would help Brown paper bags or your check in the mail Connections with the Mexicans, what's left on the scale d**h before the dishonor, all that's left is betrayal Empathy, indifference, loyalty, we stressed in a cell [Chrous]