Concrete Corners

This is a colaboration with myself & my homegirl...The first part is mine's the last is hers....

Yes it’s the modern day depression

And I can’t even take a breath without knowing if I will be charged for the air I breathe

Roll up those sleeves

Hope for a better tomorrow

Though today is for the struggle

Anything to get that dough

Selfish Mentalities

Not having that urgency for rationalities

Yet ears to the amplified need for change

That hopeful brand pressed to our hearts

But let’s stop to be realI’m broke

No money

No joke

Can’t even buy my ego

Or those Hi tops I crave

To satisfy my fashion

Materialism engulfing us in giveaway prices

But who can even afford that

Without having thoughts of bag, borrow, or steal engraved in their minds

It will take time

But for how long

Patience is the last thing we want to have

Gimmie the loot, gimmie the loot

And the royalties to boot

Give me a bank full of moneyI’m desperate

I might shootBut no jail in my future

No bail in my future

But a continuation of this might be hell for our future

The prophecies of 2012 in our future?

$"The prophecies of 2012 in our future?"$

I can’t even see that far in my future

I’m living for today, hoping for promise of my future.

People killing themselves & their kinfolk-straight destroying their future

The nerve of being materialistic

Has evolved into narcissism-Narcissistic

Realism-to be realistic

Going to work not knowing if you’ll be laid off

Yea-sure college paid off

Nigga if they fire me they getting sprayed off

I’m gonna go postal on they ass-just to get this weight off

My shoulders

Draped in the same shit since 06’

How the hell can crack heads get their fix?

Whatever their hustle is, I need to pick it up quick

Find a scheme to get rich-hit a lick

I don’t give a fuck-anything to feed my kids

My babies starving worse than Marvin

Theorizing this like Darwin

But this ain’t no philosophy-it’s reality
My life, our world plagued by this hypocrisy
But if we stop & see

Out of this curse may be opportunity

A chance to break down barriers

And seek equality

Everybody is in the same boot

Hopeless, hopeful & broke

Doing what the can to stay afloat

Preparing for the worse & hoping for the best

Learning to live a fruitful life-for less

So through the stress & governments mess

Humble yourself & exude praise for what you have and have not’s

Before you hit the block & grab the glock

Shoot our youth with knowledge

So this madness will stop! The corner…"