Way of the World Part Two
everybody out for self
young kids in the pen facing death
and still got milk on his breath
first case that hit em he a victim
court appointed lawyer
b.s him got him in the system
and these preteens get more c.r.e.a.m than folgers
in high school they high rollers
all ways strapped like soldiers
I got to deal with mean mugs
the c.r.e.a.m from drugs
the screams and blood
the scene of fiends and thugs
cop cars, yellow tape, chalked outlines
teardrops from the crying
but that don't stop the dyeing
trying to get mines without getting got
hit me im hitting back
I was told to shoot or you getting shot
and peace a'int two fingers spreaded it's the steel in your palms
threaten to squeeze enemies remain calm
but there is no way in the world to beat the way of the world
I get drunk and I earl and get in fights with my girl
Copyright © Michael White | Year Posted 2006
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