Escape

Where he came up at, it was like kill or die

People with guns packed, livin' that 'illa life

Where poverty was rampant, bloody murder in the night

And people striving so what others wouldn't win the fight

Cause see this one dude, lived on the other side

Of town, a big house, father and mother tried

To give him everything he wanted, things that others tried

To have and wanted to obtain, they taught the brother right

From all around then, crack epidemic hit

The brother selling drugs; it's you the ladies kick it with

It seems he had the most respect as well as dividends

He got out of going to school so he could get it in

Escape from the block, get out, get away

Escape from the block, constant mental elevation

Escape from the block, create your situation

Escape from the block, and make a better day

Now as some time's passed, he's in and out the pen'

He's had a few kids, still isn't sinking in

He's doing lots of OxyContin and some Vicodins

Upon returning to the block to live that life again

It's full of young guns, he used to get respect

But now he's turning thirty and he's an official wreck

His baby mother hardly ever lets him see his kids

His whole crew he grew up with is dead or doing bids

So moved away far, but still he bangs his block

His family members closest to him tell him change his spot

Of residence, he get on out and let your life unfurl

So you ain't ever really trap cause we live in a world

But he's a street dude, living by street rules

He'd rather die repping his block than ever be through

Being respected as an OG, someone no one dares

To cross, but what he doesn't realize is no one cares

So many young cats, that wanna rep the streets

Ain't even from that, I wish this shit would cease

How many people that you know retiring from hustling?

How many grown men over thirty that are doing nothing?

See back in high school, it was the thing to be in

Instead of living like a nerd, but hate the things you seein'

The past ain't nothing like the future: now the nerd is ballin'

And the only thing you got is lint inside your wallet

Now as respect goes, think of a different plan

Instead of gangster I would rather be a grown man

Because a man handles his business building better days

And a gangster only ends up in the jail or grave