[Julius Luciano]
This is my ode to the slums
This what I feel I owe to the slums
I'm talkin' about the hoes and the drugs and the dope dealers
[?] bitches, go-gettas, gold diggers, broke n***as hopin' for funds
The old strippers with 4 kids and no sitters
The old n***as posted at liquor stores not knowin' that O.E. won't fix a broke ticker
All that should sum it up
Fall back I ain't done, know what?
We all have to love the slums if we from it
I know some only have the stomach to stomach the squalid living conditions
Plenty poor people pray for a pot to piss in
But dig it, many more men are murdered for minor shit
But just listen, you dead if you stare
Too long, you gone, you dare to move there?
Gun laws, who cares to honor em?
N***as will shoot lead from llamas killing any n***as within 2 square kilometers
Nah, I ain't finna shoot, Isaac stop the beat, let me get intricate
I don't believe in that fiery place with Satan
What I'm finna tell, you should inspire a great debate man
See really hell is what I'm ironing, K's is blazing
I'm lying and crazy apes just dying to taste they prey man
Where killers dwell, see I ain't buying no crazy statements
In 2012, the ancient Mayans say God will erase the nation
We don't have to wait for Armageddon to come cuz I feel like Armageddon's the slums
Now hold up, where I'm from God finds you a way to make it
The broke T.V's with the pliers that change the station
The old ass buildings with no fire escapes
The architects designs implying you can't escape it
The slums, it feels like one big cul-de-sac
But I love the slums, that statement I won't retract
My ode to the slums
Gone..