Took a vow to protect and serve,
All you do is disrespect and murder.
I ask that you not hurt my kids;
This is where you work…this is where I live.
Once you find your lane, you can’t cruise;
When you define the game, you can’t lose.
You named them: hustlers, killers, fiends, ex-cons.
I called them: cousins, aunts, pops, moms.
To you? Hoodlums, crackheads, gunmens.
To me? Just neighbors, classmates, young friends.
I’m a cold winter morning, y’all Summer’s Eve.
I play chess, but my past is checkered,
The mic and I are like staff and shepherd.
Up against Goliath, to bring butter home.
I’m David on pavement, sling another stone.
We ain’t speak, clicking heat is our Morse code.
In time, you’ll see a thin line between friend and rival.
Between you and me: stupidity and men’s bravado.
A simple right or left can mean life or death,
Epic fail or nice success,
Days of pleasure or nights of stress.
I own the night…the heat’s my receipt.
Was crazy poor, now I’m tryna get mad rich;
With a good girl…you couldn’t tell, cause she’s a bad bitch.
Ka, “Chamber,” Grief Pedigree, 2012
No sheep clothing,
I wear wolf;
Howl at the moon.
I give you life decoded,
A simple right or left
Can mean life or death.
Epic fail, or nice success,
Days of pleasure…nights of stress.
Been tested, ain’t fail: I’m tried and true.
When it’s all falling apart, my pride’s the glue.
I felt at times worthless…
Pulled shifts with shifty crime merchants,
Stained hearts, brainwashed by mind serpents.
The fact I’m still here, it’s clear it’s divine purpose.
I’m pain in the spoken form;
This new strain came from where hope is gone.