Concrete Cinderblocks
I can’t see em no more
20 stories high
I use to watch them fall
from kitchen sinks
And shot up car doors
Headz up! Is what
We used to call
niggaz in the projects still
Are fucking bored
Pissin on elevator floors
What you know about this tolerance
And shit never seen before
Unless you from the streets
That real hard core
Brooklyn is what I talk
Kings County is what I walk
All day reppin New York, New York
With the Wally’s on my feet
38 used to defeat
Changing laws snapping jaws
From the whip of the pistol
So say something before you get ignored
With no one to miss you….
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