KIDS AGAINST MATURITY

[Verse 1]
One summer evening, I got the very frequent call
From my homie, what he told me was that he involved
In a robbery, disposed of the gun properly
But I was just surprised that my bro didn't flinch at all
Allegedly, him and his homies did some ketamine
They had the blicky under their seat, approached em steadily
They hopped out of the whip with a blick in hand, no violence on mind
But the cashier had a grip, and watched the conflict arise
My homies cut to the chase, they ain't worry 'bout it
They wanna get counted
They get to the counter, he pointed it at him
The cashier was strapped, he stopped and he shouted:
"Hands up high, motherfucker!"
"Do you wanna die, motherfucker?"
My homie closed his eyes and pulled on the trigger, he finna die for the money
Cashier left a dent
Felt up their pockets and my homie ran with the bread
He called me not long after
I was tryna mix and master
He said "Bro, I need help"
I didn't ask what happened
I called my homie up quick
Then we went straight to Mastic
I saw his face, it was tragic
I saw a cop, so I grabbed him
Bro, what happened back then was a different me (fuck)
I swear them fucking sirens feel like symphonies
An ambulance is where your ass should belong
Thank god that that bullet only grazed your arm (word)
In his mind he was fighting for life
In this life you can't hide from the strife
Through the facade, I see your face
Bitch, don't tell me your lies (word)
Bitch, don't tell me those lies, yeah
Word, bitch, don't tell me those lies, word

[Verse 2]
Life without my brother was hard, I used to tussle at school
Get into trouble but fools, they had it coming
I was living [?] busted dirty shoes, couldn't calculate my [?]
Prob'ly why I'm failing school in the first place
Never had nobody checking on me and my problems
[?] it was me and time, cleaning up some bottles
Had no bottle or my inner self
Thought it make it winner but that's just sinking, starving, missing out on every dinner (huh)
What happened mom, you think I forget?
Do you regret all the shit you did in the past that made me upset?
I'm your child, what the fuck happened?
While I was out trapping you were drinking, I was drowning in the life that I have been forced in
Fuck your divorce and law enforcement
They took my brother away, we was trapping on some porches
They found my brother's coke and [?], many torches
I saw my brother's face, he looked like my homie's corpse split
Other cops beating other fucking homies in the process
Never was a hard kid but homies in the projects
Never fucked around and put a body in a ditch
So that fiending fucking snitch had a bullet in his noggin
It's hard to process
The middle school degenerate who popped pills also hanged around other kids that had his mom killed
If I told my family these things, how would I feel?
Fuck that, let me skip that part
How that fucking bomb feel, bomb feel?
How that fucking bomb feel, bomb feel?
Trapping [?] dimensions since I [?] just to mention to my mother why my life has suffered time and time again, word