These Kids Throw Rocks - Raz Simone

It doesn’t help that I have to perform miracles

Before I get the recognition that my peers get shown

I remember they told me, «Spit it in a clearer tone

You too raspy, youngin', you sound too old»

But I live in a place where people’s dreams go to die

So excuse me if I have wrinkles on my brow or under my eyes

My momma found truth in her stomach amongst some of the lies

Gettin' raped by a close friend could fuck up your life

But some good could come in disguise

There’s quite a thin line between love and despise

I touch in her thighs, she feels the numb in her spine

I’m fuckin' her mind, havin' a threesome, making love to a crime

This is the year of the plentiful

The successful career of a criminal

When the monk priest decides it’s time to hit the road

The Saturday when the Rabi decides to lift a load

Flipping through vogue, skipping a few stones through the sea

The lack of a healthy fear like, what could God do to me?

I move with ease through the things people usually hoot and scream about

Lose they dreams about, decide to choose an easier route

We need a drought just so we can know we need the clouds

We need a jury just so we can go and beat the trial

Feet in the Nile from all the salt these niggas speakin' out

They writin' checks they can’t cash, I had to freeze accounts

Greasy mouths, the type a friends to hit the weed and bounce

I studied horticulture just so I could weed them out

The bitch niggas that get beat up, go home and beat they spouse

We don’t all participate, but at least we allow

I like my car parked up the block

Take my tech deck out and keep me doors locked

Cause these kids throw rocks in

These kids don’t got aim

I have to flow

10 times harder than these Seattle cats

Who make albums out of battle raps

They niggas snitch on em an then they tattle back

It’s sad, they use up more of the drugs that they have then they’ve ever trapped

I front em a pack and I never ask for the cheddar back

Cus they must need it

Rehab is above they budget cap

I wish there was a law that only Real Niggas could fuckin rap

They mug at me I’m buckin back

Whoops there goes another strap

Fuckin Raz

You Fuckin right, I Fuckin spazz

I was taught never shoot a shot with a shaking hand

Glad I had an absent father, not an angry dad

Being a bastard child never made me mad

You have to be sitting down or laying down ta take a stand

I’m knocking on pearly gates

Standin on golden floors

The demons are scared to say my name;

Voldemort

Hold a sword

Go to war

Chop a neck wit no remorse

Then preened I give a fuck when I go ta court,

Deep wounds, —

Strangled souls with open sores

I did what any D boy does when they close the ports an shit

Resorted to more resourcefulness

Extortionist, turn a rich man to a contortionist