It’s august 17th 1978
I step outside my scarlet house
To check the weather
Moms went to work it’s me by lonesome.
I’m 22 years old, I’m what they called a man child
Trap all day, play at night.
In the dark city the women work the jobs
And went to school.
Most men out in the dark city hustle,
Trying to use that muscle to get the food.
It was a spilt society all to chase that money
Cops patrolling to make sure the drug game was right
There was more dirty cops than good cops in this city alright
A cop wouldn’t stop if they seen coke be handed to a fine
Then Cops only stopping, if you diss them up
Then it’s on sight.
In the dark city the drugs, that’s money for the team.
That’s how it goes in the dark city
Everyone has that It’s not my problem mantra
Until someone fucking up the flow for the dollar.
I stepped off my porch to the cracked up puzzle piece concrete
Black tank top, black Nike shox, black Nike shorts
I’m all about the check.
Stepping on cigs buds & roaches while I make it to downtown market
Always prepared for what’s next.
Hands in my pocket while walking
I Gotta 20 for breakfast, I’m kinda hungry.
9o’clock is my time to make moves early enough to stay away from the hullabaloo
But fucking with me it’s always ruckus a brew