Real Prophecy - Tales From A Hood Nearby lyrics

[Verse 1: Real Prophecy] Real Prophecy... It's been a while since Hip Hop had a movie like this Look.. A young Castro, grew up an a**hole, doomed as adult Gangsta, grew him an afro, threw him in shackles Fit the description, mobbin' with your crew is a ha**le For rascals, who is the jackal chewing tobacco? That goes for life being mad depressing as an adolescent Never had a blessing, in and out of jail for having weapons Next it was d**, he had possession I'm guessing he had the carrots, the greens, all be needed was the salad dressin' Serving fiends, look at the sh** he flipped at 16 Big dreams of being on the big screen with get rich quick schemes But it seems us blacks will never amount to nothing And for a street n***a, all he knows about is hustling Profitable, hungry b**hes lookin' for a collar to pull His street smarts is knowledgable Back home the streets is considered the black hole The system is zero-tolerance; meaning the governments lactose He had a steelo as cold as thirty below zero The type to smoke weed in front of his P.O G.O.D. knows what he's been through and what he's capable of Suffered from hate; full of love, straight from above Misguided, invited to the dark-side of his eyelids See inside him is the fuel type of mileage in hybrids Violent childhood, true to the streets Tried to stop his mom from being brutally beat; knew he was weak Stress harder, step father less thought of, caught up in a suggested offer And his mother accepted a domestic partner His biological father left him at 2 Pepé Le Pew; dirty-French speaking, Haitians say it's racist But he got love for his Zoe's, wanted to know if the streets was his humble abode Keeping an eye on these snakes and jakes Ducking snitches that loved to watch him If you f**s with the cops then hustling wasn't an option f** an adoption, he begged his homie to sleep at his crib As deep as it is he hoped to be at peace as a kid He's grown now, on his own now Chillin' with the neighborhood thugs; gave him advice Saying you stressed, weak at the knees, all you need is the weed Trees keep me at ease, eyes Vietnamese Now he's influenced, grew up with his homie Josh White but half black, wait the main character just had a flash back Damn Jamal, tears began to fall He had a thought about that treacherous night Flash of the past, having a blast, rolling dice Imagine his a** taunting n***as with a handful of cash They were gambling, mister big shot's hot; he got game n***as gave him props, he stops before the cops came But tonight that wasn't the case, he's about to get chased Faced without a route to escape It's intense, now there's a crowd in the streets Loud as can be, listen up, here's the sound of police They jetted, dashed, cops is heavy, ready to catch his a** He ran, dropping his profit, f** it forget the cash Turning the corner, he caught up with his partners he warned him He was late jumping the gate; put his hand at his waist He was caught reaching for something so the officer shot at ya Oh my god is it Joshua? Now his Best-friend, more like a brother, is only a memory Loses his life slowly to Hennessy Been through it all is the slogan, going head up in prison Siting, contemplating suicide; he's fed up with living He got out recently, living under probation But now he's back on the streets, packing some heat The notorious one at 12:40 or 1 And that's about the time the story begun.... [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] Pardon my patience, as I wait I could feel my heart racing I'm pacing back and forth from what I'm bout to partake in This situation eating me up inside it's starvation Dammit I'm dying, open my blinds there's a car waiting Message from satan, it's deeper than explaining poetry New relief just came over me, hoping to gain control of me My conscience, who do I choose, the good or the bad one? The guts to end it all, b**h I would if I had some It's suicide, am I unsure or am I done for? Is it a demon or the lord tellin' me to come forth? I heard a knock, my homie greeted me at the front door He said, we got beef with some n***as who claim they want war We left, hopped in the vehicle; slammed the door shut He took a shortcut, word is I feel the urge that I'm nervous My partner got his head high, what if I'm just a dead guy? Through my red eyes watching two cops as they sped by f** a cop, clutching my Glock, hell yeah my gun is co*ked You bumbaclot, I look at my watch, I see it's one o' clock For a second I thought I lost my beast mentality I'm paranoid, thinking everyone on the streets is after me Deep in the ghetto I see these houses behind the store My homie gave me this look, meaning it's time for war Cautious, looking out for police as we slow creeped I peeped seeing some n***as ahead on 24th street We stopped five feet away from them n***as Where we can see a gang of em sip an eighth of that liquor Roll them windows down, you couldn't see me aiming that trigger What you thought a gangsta gon wait for them n***as? My partner bust, then they bust back Hopped out the car like n***a f** that f** that This n***a got his wig brushed back Back in the vehicle; took off speeding All I hear is hard breathing, I look over I see my dawg bleeding Losing control of the car, my n***a here's what I could do If we switch I would drive you to the nearest hospital But I guess you get what you ask for His head just hit the dashboard Think it's best if we fast forward Now I'm in the emergency room, waiting for results I gulp, tell me is there a pulse Lord I need your help, these signs are hard to make out The doctor came in, saying his heart just gave out Awww sh**, I don't know what else to do I'm so confused, what the hell did I get my self into Thinking Outloud, "I had to be this hot shot" I look up, who do I see? The same cop who shot Josh I never been this mad in years, I wiped the tears from my eyes Then I followed him as I despised Yo I'm tired of being f**ing confused There's a knife stuffed in my shoes I don't give a f**, there's nothing to lose You don't know what this life bout I followed him outside, caught him by himself and took the knife out Ran up on him like Anderson I started jabbing him and stabbing him like a savage inhabitant I don't know who to love, that's what I call a goon or thug Stab him, stab him til he was laying in a pool of blood f** SWAT, hood n***as is army fatigued Standing over his body, this lady saw me and screamed Thinking to myself "A cop isn't far" This is it, grabbed his gun and sat on top of his car Next thing you know, all I see is sirens surrounding me And I could see a helicopter looking down at me So here we are, guns pointed, screaming "Drop your weapon" A tighter grip on this Glock, teaching these cops a lesson God forgive me for what I'm bout to do Raise it, aim it at the side of my brain co*k back and shoot (sirens...... Screams...... Car Sounds)