Pros and Cons

[Intro: Sample from The Hi-Jackers (1963)]
[?]: Where, where do I have to go?
[?]: Here, I’ll help you down on the track
[?]: Come on. Please don’t. There’s nothing to worry about
[?]: Look, somebody’s pulling him down
[?]: [?] this way

[Hook: Block McCloud]
Enjoy this day ‘cause it may be your last one
Out in Brooklyn, yo, niggas quick to blast, son
Take the cash, son. Tear you to leave that ass done
The pros and cons run game and pull a fast one

[Verse 1: Block McCloud]
I’ll paint the scene: mean streets and red eyes
Dark night, the dead rise, spark light to get high
I am the light that gets ‘em high as a kite
Try as they might to survive, they die in the night
Overdosing on the hot gutter
Lick a shot with they boxcutter and hand trying to rob your mother
Cocksuckers, knee-scrapers on the dicks
‘Cause they want to fix. If they could, they’d pawn they kicks
Ex-convicts walks amongst us when guns bust
Snakes and jakes get bumrushed
I walk where none trust one another
Son or brother, treat ‘em like they undercover
Run for cover. [Cops is busting, throwing, bombs is going off?]
Killed a kid age twelve. I know his moms
The show must go on. Just the pro and con
Sun up to sundown, get in my way and get gunned down

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Enjoy this day ‘cause it may be your last one
Out in Brooklyn, yo, niggas quick to blast, son
Take the cash, son. Tear you to leave that ass done
The pros and cons run game and pull a fast one

[Verse 2: Block McCloud]
I’ll paint the scene: mean streets and the town red
I’ll get down, kid—you could be the next one found dead
I give not a damn. I got no land to call my own
A broken home filled with violence is all I’ve known
My family is my peeps in the streets I dwell
Dark as deep are the lyrics, beats by William Tell
Beats the hell out of school and reenacting lies
Teachers patronize, so I collab and hit natural highs
Mom dukes gave me the boot, so I live elsewhere
Bid my mama farewell and got on welfare
Drug loot from slinging krills pay the bill. It’ll stay that way
Until the day I’m killed and laying ill with old age
Ayyo, I ain’t asked to be born, but I sworn
To see a mill before my life is gone
I ain’t taught between good and bad ‘cause I ain’t have a choice
And no one asked me what I feel, so I ain’t had no voice
I’m just a pro and con, mixed up from sun up to sundown, son
Get in my way and get gunned down

[Bridge: Block McCloud]
It’s today. Not tomorrow but today
Not yesterday. Escapade, enjoy the day

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Enjoy this day ‘cause it may be your last one
Out in Brooklyn, yo, niggas quick to blast, son
Take the cash, son. Tear you to leave that ass done
The pros and cons run game and pull a fast one

[Outro: I-See-On and (Block McCloud)]
Yo, run that shit, son. Word up, man. Yo, you crazy, son. Yo, get, get up on the wall, son. Word up, man. Take that off, son. Take that off, nigga. Word up. Nobody shining if I ain’t shining, son. Word up, man. Word up. Pat that nigga down, son. (Chill). What, you got money on you, son? What? Let me get that shit, man. Word up, son. Yo, let’s be out, son. Yo