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jaryd blake - episode 1 lyrics

episode 1 lyrics
[skit]
meet kane, a bright young man who’s future is in question
who is, at the moment, face+to+face with the reality that most inner city kids are faced with
escape by way of jail, death, or redemption

[verse]
home. where do you consider yours?
somebody’s pain just sent them to the liquor store
pavement filled with blood, bullets, and liquor poured
results of an overdose, i suppose they had no way out they [?]
“r.i.p” shirts, what yo best pictures for
kids die from bein’ sent to stores
it’s, “free my n+ggas” when the victim family isn’t yours
big homie is the title little homies is biddin’ for
so we gettin’ wars at a age that we should be gettin’ chores
we discuss petty crimes, and who committed more
’cause whoever get the most stain is who he rich is for
so, at the age of fourteen, you want the biggest score
big homie, ayy, big homie
yeah?
tell me this perspective isn’t yours
yo, yeah, you caught it like this lighter
i really wish the light in your eyes would shine brighter
it’s a cloudy night, but the moon shine, it hit the floor
the shards of glass [?] the glimmer more
all the things you want to ain’t nothin’ that i ain’t did before
right now i’m your role model, but it’s a role i ain’t auditioned for
my family needs income, guns and drugs create the biggest source
granted, i just walked through those prison doors
i got a son your age that i’m tryin’ make provisions for
gotta make provisions for
out on bond
with a situation that calls for me to be god and satan
i got a slowly k!ll a young man, and create one
i give a young man money, and i pay one
go ahead and let them tears on your face run
the harsh reality is i can only save one
that’s why i got you out here slangin’ somethin’ from eight somethin’ to six in the mornin’
i risk a lot to give you compensation, see, i knew your father, he was my day one
i wish your mother’s mental state has character with subject to assassination
but, you havin’ low aspirations, you looked at me in admiration
i turned your ave into my plantation
you bein’ on probation, and stuck in the same location
is a result of a plan that just needed application
the whole situation’s my creation
and, honestly, what i feel most now is agitation
that look is the same look your daddy would have
out of aggravation
so you gotta die the way he did
from complications +gunshots+

- jaryd blake lyrics

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