Mean Streets
Y'see, I'm a normal cat. I've done about as much exciting shit as the next guy, if you can dig it. Well, I suppose that depends on what your bitchass might consider to be normal. Most dudes aren't down with the homicide, but if you ask me, it all depends on the place and the time. I am a man of principles. Challenge a principle of mine, per say, hitting on my bitch, then I'll be runnin' up on your lawn with guns drawn, you know what I'm saying? This one nigga of mine fuckin' wasted this bitch just for lying to him, right in his face, the whole disrespect deal, y'know? The kind of shit that no one could forget. I remember she was fuckin' sobbin' and shit, begging for forgiveness, all that bullshit. He started fuckin' hugging her and shit but I thought to myself, 'man, this don't look like my nigga Mike, this ain't the way he roll.' and God damn nigga, you'll know it if I was right. Motherfucker fuckin' grabbed the bitch, held her body close, wrapped his arms around that bouncy-ass waist, she sprung and slid, diggin' what he was feeling. Man, if only that bitch knew. She fuckin' stood up on her tippy-toes and shit and started kissin' my nigga Mike. Next thing you know, in the middle of this passionate-ass kiss, that crazy son of a bitch fuckin' whipped out his nine-milly and fuckin' shot her right in the side of the head, while they were fuckin' making out. That's some badass shit, man. Fuckin' bitch dropped to the ground and Mike turned to the rest of us, spittin' out the blood that came outta' her mouth and into his when he fuckin' shot her. Damn right, fuckin' broads. Y'all wanna be treated equally, then y'all can fuckin' face the same fire we guys face everyday in this ghost town. Yeah, alright, y'all got the fuckin' right to vote, but don't be surprised if you catch a bullet scar on the way to the booth. That's just the way it goes. If you ask me, that guy shoulda fuckin' hit her up one last time before puttin' it to waste. Shit's like robbin' a convenience store and only jooxin' the cigarette packs but no money. These streets are not for the weak. I got piss and vinegar flowin' through my veins, pumpin, givin' me the energy I need to survive. You probably look down on me, from your fancy fuckin' chateau balcony, clinkin' crystal glasses filled wit' a chardonnay and Alize' mix. Yeah, sure, you can read a muthafuckin' science textbook for four years in a row and feel as though your intelligence is superior to mine, but nigga, I got a grainy yellow pill right here that can match up, straight up. The chemical euphoria I have experienced is beyond anything your fuckin' ass can experience through acadmeic accomplishment. Work hard and sacrifice all those years, I'll pay ten fuckin' dollars and match up, no problem. Fuck the laws tellin' me that ain't right. This is my body. Then again, maybe I shouldn't feel this pride in taking the easy way out. Besides, pride is one of the deadly sins - but you knew that, didn't you, you righteous motherfucker. I am an eighth element. A whole new deadly sin to call my own. I'll fuckin' fuck your sister in your parents' bed while they're fuckin' home making dinner in the kitchen. I'll link you a bag of phat cones but pinch a couple grams before delivering it to you. I am the coke buzz without the aftermath crash. I am the evil alcohol induced act without the regret that follows in the morning. I am the tempting bag of meth without baby laxative cut added to make it look bigger. You know it's good quality if the sun shimmers and shines off the surface. And don't forget, a deep yellow hue is always a key indicator of true purity. Y'know methamphetamines were originally invented by the germans during the second world war. Like the Siberians with mushrooms, german nazi soldiers would consume mass amounts of meth to enhance their natural war capabilities. Shit's fuckin' crazy, if you ask me. Still, I can see what those german niggas were sayin', one fuckin' rail and I'm convinced I can conquer the world. Can you conquer the world? I can. For two-hundred bucks a pop I can be just as powerful as God because I bring death. Feel the infinity. Feel the pitch black plaguing your non-existent form. Feel the worms and maggots eat away at you. Fuck you if you don't think that shit is fair, bitch. No food in my daughter's mouth then I'm runnin' up on your house too. Every day, every single day, somebody dies out here. I got a feeling that I'm next.