Testament E

Yeah. I seen a king become a pawn in the Span of a week all 'cause he opened his Mouth when he wasn't supposed to speak. The block is a scripture written in chalk and Shell casings. Every corner got a ghost, Every alley got a patient. I ain't never shot nobody that ain't shoot at Me first, but the ones I loved the most Ended up inside a hearse. So forgive me if I'm distant, forgive me if I'm cold. This ain't a business for the gentle, This a business for the bold. This the life of the hungry, the scorned, the Neglected. We was born in the struggle, now the Struggle's perfected. Gangsta, gangsta. My mama cried a river, but the block won't Let me cry. Either make a million dollars or Make a million lies, yeah. Gangsta, Uh, yeah, uh. Concrete testament written in blood and sweat. One foot in the coffin, one foot on a Jet. You ain't really 'bout the life, then you Ain't really met the man who lost his soul And ain't found it yet. The feds got my Line tapped, I talk in metaphors. Rap is just a cover for the numbers I Records. They wanna see me fall, I can feel It in the wires, but I've been playin' chess Since I was duckin' sniper fires. Remember stashing work inside my high school locker. Teacher asked me 'bout my future, I said, "Glock-a, Glock-a." She ain't laugh, neither did I. That's the difference. You see a lost cause, I See the only form of independence. I had a partner named Marcus, he was sharper Than a razor. Now he's doin' twenty-five in a Federal location. Wrote me a letter, "Bro, don't end up like Me. The game is a woman, she'll love you Then she'll set you free." But I'm too deep in the water, too far From the shore. I done lied to the pastor And I lied to the Lord. I got a daughter now, she barely knows my Voice. That's the realest punishment, ain't no Fuckin' noise. This the life of the hungry, The scorned, the neglected. We was born in the struggle, now the struggle's Perfected. Gangsta, Gangsta. My mama cried a river, but the block won't Let me cry. Either make a million dollars or Make a million lies, yeah. Gangsta, Uh, yeah, uh. Concrete testament written in blood and sweat. One foot in the coffin, one foot on a Jet. You ain't really 'bout the life, then you Ain't really met the man who lost his soul And ain't found it yet. Sometimes I sit alone and wonder what it's like To feel safe, to not check my rearview every Time I hit the brake, to not measure every Handshake, every word, every face, to not treat my Own shadow like it works for the state. But that's the price of the crown, that's the Tax on the throne. When you come from nothin', You turn nothin' to stone. And if Heaven is a place, I hope they Got a side door 'cause I've been sinnin' since The womb. I ain't steppin' through the front no More.