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elementary school
Justis Ryan
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As I glorify
In a story I
Was once told
Sitting worry-eyed
I was hospitalized at 4 months old
To hunt gold and want treasure
Is to define life
The butt of jokes
This displeasure was once my life
Back in elementary school
When me and Fenton was cool
When the times of innocence ruled
When I was a 4'6" nigga with a missing tooth
That I pulled from wobbling a 'lil
Next morning, under my pillow case was 2 dollar bills
So I walked the block a 'lil
Bought an Arizona and copped some Skittles
Few years later, for the same thing Trayvon would be shot and killed
And become a martyr
The entire cause for
A movement
Why when it's Black boys they shoot and slaughter
It ain't post traumatic stress disorder?
Nigga get on board
Fuck
Yeah
Yeah
Trayvon dead after 17 years
And my blue margin reduced to arterial
Wish I could rewind it to the days of cartoons and cereal
Kendrick Lamar in spirit though
He was the only one as far as father figures go
Never saw 'em but saw through AR's with a scope
Crazy how they using fourth grade AR quizzing scores
To determine how many prison doors
Is gon be needed in 8 years or so
They target niggas that can't author a sentence whole
'Stead of giving niggas tutors
Judicial brutal, give 'em the longest sentence told
With no commas for commissary
'Cause momma barely
Staying above water and she
Got no monetary
Only bank notes promissory
We from a different world like Halle Berry
Where your options very few and far between
No Harvard degrees
It's either having your body buried or being locked in solitary confinement
With no acknowledgement of time spent in classrooms
'Cause the gavel ruled
To put 'em in a cell with a cot
So I ask the pastor dude, "where the hell is your God?"
Flash back to that afternoon when I was 12 at the park
While I was on the monkey bars
A hundred yards down the street
My nigga was six feet deep in the mummy yard
While I was on the seesaw
He was on his way to see God
While I was on the tunnel slide
He got a gun to the side of his head and he fucking died
Oh my God
Don't need no baggage, no no
Get on board
People get ready
There's a train a-coming
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