Yo for all y'all that don't know man
We Baltimoreans don't play that fickle ish
You feel me
And if it's one thing we despise it's that
Be straight up wit yours
Oh and side bar,
I'm tired of everybody saying they self made and they self proclaimed Kings
Nah
Homage is still a founding principal out here
The people give you that title not yourself
Oh and one more thing yo while I'm at it
Salute to all the elders and our forefathers
We don't stress that enough in the community
And Until corruption cease
Stop snitching is still the code too you heard
A Ghetto love is the law that we live by
Never turn on your brother
Or you gotta die
I reminisce over my ghetto homies everyday
And Salute to my shorties
Here's a tune about a true fallen soldier that i grew with
He didn't age pass one six
It was Middle school Perkins HomesProjects
When my friend
Walker Louis Coleman
Became a target
Before his death
He served a ass whoopin
Not thinking that the tic for tac
Would turn into this and that
I remember Being on the bus in the morning
When they broke the news to the school
I started mourning
Sympathy for his grandma who always try to warn the guy
Of his strength and abnormal size
Ms. Maria Brooks
The grief compound
Learning that your baby was slain at a playground
I apologize and offer my condolences
Pray the family heals
And Walker watches over us
If walker was here today
I could already hear him say
Kendall this pain ain't the way
Cop a rollie please
I got Five On It
Grab your deuce deuce, let's get keyed
I got five on it,
Messin' wit that Indo' weed
Its time to change yall
We cant keep doing this to ourselves
Its community over all
We had it at one point
It aint nothing to get it back
You feel me its that time y'all
We losing too many babies
The block is hot
The block is hot
Walker was 14
We lost 23 babies
We lost 23 babies under 14 that year
We got to do better
We got to change ourselves
Peace
The block is hot
The block is hot
The block is hot