Honor Amongst Thieves

Do you believe in honor amongst thieves

And celebrating making it out here in one piece

Or better yet taking it out on who couldn't leave

And everything relating to how you want it to be

Do you believe in knowing whatever you might have seen

Was all just a part of what we was titled to be

It was all in the song when we was finding the key

But singing along wouldn't show what entitlement means

Do you believe In you being told how to be you

Where everything you are is supposedly not in cue

From mimicking to you being told how to improve

And how you benefit depends on you following suit

Do you believe That you can be taught how

To be who you already was before you was bogged down

Like "this is what best represents y'all

Never mind the fact that I've yet to step in your yard or ever been that involved”

Do you believe In loading a .44 and blowing the corridor

For all that you want for but learning the court of law

Could never be cornered off unless you were one of them

Would you just call it off

Or do you believe That you can be given it off of privilege

And you can pass that to whoever you coming in with

And that'll lock arms like deciding that you get it

But the timing of it proves that you didn't

I mean do you believe

Do you believe do you believe in it all

Being amongst honor if thieves get involved

Or being amongst honor if believing what you want

Becomes more than you ever would've thought

I mean do you believe

There was a story of a kid who had his father everyday

And his father had the grip but he also had a name

Off of more than just the grip it was off of how he changed

And it was all because his kid wasn't supposed to be the same

But the story of his friends was from off a different page

So his father was the difference under all that he became

But he still was with whatever they could call him any day

And they would get to it together every part of him remained

Then the kid had a moment where it all rearranged

When some kids unloaded on his partner for a name

And the kid saw it all from the draw to the aim

And he felt like he was woke enough to want all of the blame

And an idea came to get the grip like his pops

And have a conversation and end it with a shot

And it all made sense til he was picturing his pops

And as much as he regretted it he felt he'd better not

And then there was a kid watching all of the above

With his pops in a theatre and it caught him like a drug

He was hooked on the idea of wondering if son

Should've stayed to the end and started talking with his gun

Cause he felt if it was him then all of the above

Would've took a different spin that would've started with a slug

That would've spun someone around til he was coughing up blood

And tucked him underground and it'd be all from outta love

But love made his pops breakdown what it was like

To have to keep a trey pound and spray it out on sight

And how it ain't no turning back when you surrounded by them lights

Cause he had a ton of moments where the pound saved his life

And he listened and it wasn't hard to get what he was proving

But he still caught visions of him picking up and shooting

Cause he knew if it was him that his friends would jump into it

Since they ain't have fathers that could give them an influence

And the more he realized the balance of both sides

When his pops said "protect yours let no one overstep yours

But know that when you step on ain't no stepping away

It sticks with you forever like how I'm here everyday”

But he still taught me how to load up just in case

And due to my composure alotta moments were saved

Now knowing everything you just heard and what it made

Let me know what you would prefer further explained

Do you believe?