Temperature

Yeah, yeah, hey
 The cityscape where I stay is gettin hot now
 Unemployment is high and buildings is gettin chopped down
 Gold teeth populating the block
 Slurring slang they ignite on the lookout for cops
 Make the shots ring out like the Liberty Bell
 No escape from the heat that's getting hotter than hell
 Like the oven's on broil, with blood stains in the soil
 Pimped on in the colors of crown royal
 And little sister's got a baby on hip
 And her momma never home so the cycle is sick
 Young ballers on the court wanna play in the league
 But got knocked in the spot for a quarter of weed
 It's getting hot in here, baby leave on your clothes
 Much more to living life than emulating them hoes
 I try to speak truth in the form of my flows
 But the temperature is rising it's harder to grow, fo' sho'
 Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
 Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
 Gettin' hard to eat (right)
 And all the drama in the street (it's gettin hot in every way)
 Heads up, eyes open, rest in peace headquarters
 Tunnel vision, most of us is rushing like a special order of stolen NIA (?)
 The block is hot the ghetto on fire
 With more narc sales than Avon Barksdale from that show The Wire
 We keep growing like hair when you die
 Black butterfly on the rose that's preparing to fly
 I paint a picture with the color of the orchid, it's vivid
 Whatever kid I talk it, I spit it, I walk it, I live it
 God bless every step and need to go through a reverend
 Your boy used to gouge an eye out just to get into heaven
 We live between heaven and hell like John Constantine
 Doing crimes they confessing like a teenage drama queen
 We were leaning now were falling down like Michael Douglas
 I spit it fast, I gotta get it out, they might unplug it
 And try to drug us, so I stay aware and watch out for the set up
 Never scared to go head up, got a plan to get my bread up, and