Zero Street Cred
You lost all credibility in the hood,
now seen as a fake ghetto fraud
Done let your word become worthless,
spat upon as being no good
In the ghetto,
only thing worst next to being dead,
is to have yourself zero street cred
You get treated like just another poser,
another hip wannabe
Getting stamped as an establishment loser,
a phony square is all we cool people see
With zero street cred
in the ghetto,
you're just a walking dead
Cloned image of the man,
think and talk like the oppressor
Smirk and smile like a modern day slaver,
believing you got power in your hand
Higher education 'ho decreed you as a race professor,
but how much money did you have to pay her?
You got zero street cred,
no respect given up by me
Absolutely zero street cred ... same sentiment
echoed by all of my homies
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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