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Inspired by a family member

"The building of a so called crystal stair"


When he was a young boy
and first put his feet on the block,
He was gritty on the grind[hustle]
for much cheese[money] on the block,
When the alphabet boys came through
he was smart & start leavin' the block,
and he witnessed homicides
and seen many people grieve on the block,

Raised up in a family of dough[money] cravers
So dough chasin's how he spends his hustlin' days,
Sometime a whole week with no sleep
would depict his hustlin' ways,
Somedays it's a struggle tryin' to bubble[get rich]
but he knew that hustlin' pays,
So from age 13 to 19 
he stayed hiking through the hustlin' maze,

See he wanted his pockets to have a gang o' green,
He sips Heem[Hennessy} with his main team,
He hooks people on a product
with no remorse & receives what the game brings,

His favorite chant's, 'Get the Paper, Get the paper
with the photo of the dead guys',
He's head wise,
and all night episodes
has him huggin' the traps[hustle spots]
with goons and they all have red eyes,

Where he dwells
it's a place where they idolize & respect those,
who keep their necks froze[diamond necklaces],
and they wear fresh clothes,
with alligator toes[shoes]
and bouncin'[climb] out o' Lex doze[Lexus doors],

So this motivates him to go hard in the square[game],
Even though he gets messages from certain pastors
and from the guys wearing bowties 
and have the parts in their hair,
He's in his own space though 
So he blows out cigar smoke & his nostrils flare,
He whispers out one of his favorite quotes
''The world is mine, but it show aint fair'',
So he tries to build a crystal stair.

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