MF Grimm - Dedicated lyrics

[Verse 1: MF Grimm] When it come to war there will be some casualties Manhattan is the game of d**h And cops are referees I'm dwelling on my life like I'm Kevin from the wonder years A lot of friends died And I'm trying to hold back the tears Want Beer? I'll give them bloodshed instead Cause so many died I have to pour keg New York is hotter under the collar It's so easy to die but It's hard to make a dollar Screaming from the dessert is the eagle Make it holler Plus we got the street sweepers, so run in fear If we can't have no money then the block is getting cleared My family call me MF, that mean Mad Flows You better buy my album cause yo Grimm ain't with no shows Nah kid, I be with a cutie in my house Want me to do a show? Then you put up twenty thousand (Word, f** promo ?) Mad Flow only rhyme for double digit dough and two bottles of Mo I really do think earth is undercover hell Cause rain never drops only blood and bullet shells But yet still my fam remains strong Life isn't short, d**h is so f**ing long What would I do? Where would I be? without my f**king crew AKA my family Some pa** away, now they living up above But not even d**h can separate the love Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet Some pa** away, now they living up above But not even d**h can separate the love Friends from the cradle to the grave Hoping for old age, but this stage of age never came And um, where I'm from Die young But we all know real n***as never die Once I mediate, breath in release steam Subconscious take a stroll Quantum leap through my dreams I put my nine on the shelf and try to mediate And find myself below I still can't find me, life's a tape Stop, play and just rewind me Push record and let me cry I pray to god as a child but as a man I only pray to die Holograms of horror through headphones A virtual reality my brain is the dead zone Rappers in my hemisphere prepare the end is near The reapers here to interfere, flip a nightmare like the keys Chop dreams down to ounces, feet to move the mommys but the human head be bouncing I'm living in the stress box every day's the same (whatcha want kid?) I want the money f**k the fame What would I do? Where would I be? without my f**king crew AKA my family Some pa** away, now they living up above But not even d**h can separate the love Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet Some pa** away, now they living up above But not even d**h can separate the love This is dedicated to...dedicated to all my motherf**ing brothers on the streets. [x3]