Lyrics These Kids Throw Rocks - Raz Simone

These Kids Throw Rocks

It doesn’t help that I have to perform miracles
Before I get the recognition that my peers get shown
I remember they told me, «Spit it in a clearer tone
You too raspy, youngin', you sound too old»
But I live in a place where people’s dreams go to die
So excuse me if I have wrinkles on my brow or under my eyes
My momma found truth in her stomach amongst some of the lies
Gettin' raped by a close friend could fuck up your life
But some good could come in disguise
There’s quite a thin line between love and despise
I touch in her thighs, she feels the numb in her spine
I’m fuckin' her mind, havin' a threesome, making love to a crime
This is the year of the plentiful
The successful career of a criminal
When the monk priest decides it’s time to hit the road
The Saturday when the Rabi decides to lift a load
Flipping through vogue, skipping a few stones through the sea
The lack of a healthy fear like, what could God do to me?
I move with ease through the things people usually hoot and scream about
Lose they dreams about, decide to choose an easier route
We need a drought just so we can know we need the clouds
We need a jury just so we can go and beat the trial
Feet in the Nile from all the salt these niggas speakin' out
They writin' checks they can’t cash, I had to freeze accounts
Greasy mouths, the type a friends to hit the weed and bounce
I studied horticulture just so I could weed them out
The bitch niggas that get beat up, go home and beat they spouse
We don’t all participate, but at least we allow
I like my car parked up the block
Take my tech deck out and keep me doors locked
Cause these kids throw rocks in
These kids don’t got aim
I have to flow
10 times harder than these Seattle cats
Who make albums out of battle raps
They niggas snitch on em an then they tattle back
It’s sad, they use up more of the drugs that they have then they’ve ever trapped
I front em a pack and I never ask for the cheddar back
Cus they must need it
Rehab is above they budget cap
I wish there was a law that only Real Niggas could fuckin rap
They mug at me I’m buckin back
Whoops there goes another strap
Fuckin Raz
You Fuckin right, I Fuckin spazz
I was taught never shoot a shot with a shaking hand
Glad I had an absent father, not an angry dad
Being a bastard child never made me mad
You have to be sitting down or laying down ta take a stand
I’m knocking on pearly gates
Standin on golden floors
The demons are scared to say my name;
Voldemort
Hold a sword
Go to war
Chop a neck wit no remorse
Then preened I give a fuck when I go ta court,
Deep wounds, —
Strangled souls with open sores
I did what any D boy does when they close the ports an shit
Resorted to more resourcefulness
Extortionist, turn a rich man to a contortionist