CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : My Ghetto AKademia
He walked down the street, black feet meet cracked concrete
In somber rhythm. Black hoodie on. He knew the neutral hues
Red or blue, the goons would get him
Timberland boots would tread him
Mabe they’d shoot and dead him. Who knows?
Through cla**room window I spotted him
Downtrodden. I had forgotten to
Check the cla** roster ‘fore I’d gotten in
Picked up the coffee I bought and sat behind the desk
You’ll never guess who walked in next. The same kid who I
Saw before, looking depressed
I asked, “How should I address you?”
I told him William was cool, but I didn't want to be in school
Where all you do is raise your hands high just to end up outside
And working at McDonald's drive by
Like cousin Tay when he stopped by just to get shot in a drive-by
Bye bye cuz. But why did he rep the blood?
It just flooded out his system, and I'm supposed to read Twain when I miss him?
While y'all trying to get As, dudes out here have AKs
But they don't make it to 22. mama caught up with drugs too
At the 7/11, she probably don't know I'm 11
Going on 12, trapped in hell, can't inhale, but I'm gonna fail
Saved by the bell
A week later, sitting down grading papers
William’s was missing. Said he’d just pa** it in later
He skipping cla**, ain't seen him in awhile. I heard he acting wild
Been doing things that ain't befitting of a child
I heard he run the block and hold a Glock
And sling the rock and blast at ops
I wonder how far he’s dropped
Into the lifestyle that only leads to blood
I wish he would pick up his books
But maybe he’s too far gone
Maybe he’s too far gone
I'm in hell, but I can inhale cause I'm out now
Forget this school sh*t, last time they’ll see me around
Found a home away from home. N***as might get shot in the dome
But I’m not alone
Roaming the street with heat, my
Ashy black feet meet cracked concrete
Sold crack to my moms last week
Sold my soul so I could feel whole
Holes in my shirt, distressed, stressin' in a situation
Cause the homies contemplating
Saying we getting into shenanigans
Say we gon go round this corner again
To blast some other group
But when we got round to the stoop
Sh*t through me for a loop
Pigs came from 'round the corner
Surrounded us in the border
And ordered our hands up
High to the sky, Why?
We ain’t do no crime
Just give me a peace of mind
For I give you a piece of mine
Trying to test my G? please
Before I let this 9 squeeze
And you ops bleed free
When I shoot your top
“So f**k 5 and what y’all say!”
Last thing I said ‘fore their lead sprayed
I couldn’t tell you the last time a saw him
It’s the end of autumn. Bet he got caught up in something awful
But I got a schedule to follow. Hollow my mind of all his sorrows
I’ll check on him tomorrow. I think I’ll make some coffee today
Walked to the teacher’s lounge, picked up a cup from the tray
Look on my phone for something to play. I heard a conversation tucked it away
I heard the principal say
“His name was William, and he got caught up in the fray.”
In somber rhythm. Black hoodie on. He knew the neutral hues
Red or blue, the goons would get him
Timberland boots would tread him
Mabe they’d shoot and dead him. Who knows?
Through cla**room window I spotted him
Downtrodden. I had forgotten to
Check the cla** roster ‘fore I’d gotten in
Picked up the coffee I bought and sat behind the desk
You’ll never guess who walked in next. The same kid who I
Saw before, looking depressed
I asked, “How should I address you?”
I told him William was cool, but I didn't want to be in school
Where all you do is raise your hands high just to end up outside
And working at McDonald's drive by
Like cousin Tay when he stopped by just to get shot in a drive-by
Bye bye cuz. But why did he rep the blood?
It just flooded out his system, and I'm supposed to read Twain when I miss him?
While y'all trying to get As, dudes out here have AKs
But they don't make it to 22. mama caught up with drugs too
At the 7/11, she probably don't know I'm 11
Going on 12, trapped in hell, can't inhale, but I'm gonna fail
Saved by the bell
A week later, sitting down grading papers
William’s was missing. Said he’d just pa** it in later
He skipping cla**, ain't seen him in awhile. I heard he acting wild
Been doing things that ain't befitting of a child
I heard he run the block and hold a Glock
And sling the rock and blast at ops
I wonder how far he’s dropped
Into the lifestyle that only leads to blood
I wish he would pick up his books
But maybe he’s too far gone
Maybe he’s too far gone
I'm in hell, but I can inhale cause I'm out now
Forget this school sh*t, last time they’ll see me around
Found a home away from home. N***as might get shot in the dome
But I’m not alone
Roaming the street with heat, my
Ashy black feet meet cracked concrete
Sold crack to my moms last week
Sold my soul so I could feel whole
Holes in my shirt, distressed, stressin' in a situation
Cause the homies contemplating
Saying we getting into shenanigans
Say we gon go round this corner again
To blast some other group
But when we got round to the stoop
Sh*t through me for a loop
Pigs came from 'round the corner
Surrounded us in the border
And ordered our hands up
High to the sky, Why?
We ain’t do no crime
Just give me a peace of mind
For I give you a piece of mine
Trying to test my G? please
Before I let this 9 squeeze
And you ops bleed free
When I shoot your top
“So f**k 5 and what y’all say!”
Last thing I said ‘fore their lead sprayed
I couldn’t tell you the last time a saw him
It’s the end of autumn. Bet he got caught up in something awful
But I got a schedule to follow. Hollow my mind of all his sorrows
I’ll check on him tomorrow. I think I’ll make some coffee today
Walked to the teacher’s lounge, picked up a cup from the tray
Look on my phone for something to play. I heard a conversation tucked it away
I heard the principal say
“His name was William, and he got caught up in the fray.”
