Through My Eyes

To ya brips, I say fuck you, ya O.G.'s I shot it

Manteca, Pin Pin, what you want yo, I got it

Fuck hallway loiterin', we be in the booth committin' crimes

Yeah I supply, but no less than dimes

His is a life-based book, it's not just rhymes

This I done and seen, it's not just lines

Grew up, no mom, no dad

Christmas time, ya things, I wish I had

Got strong and dealt wit' it, I didn't get mad

Always been myself, never a fan of fads

Pops did me greasy, Mom did me wrong

True events inspire this hood song

Sometimes I feel like it's too much, I gotta get away

That's about the time I done broke, rolled, and sparked the yay

Now I'm feelin' a lil dizzy and everything's a game

But soon reality kicks in and shit's still the same

So I cherish those moments spent in my imagination

Because soon it's no longer my interpretation

Of life, of strife, of things I've said and done

Not apologizin' to you if it was a mistake, everybody entitled to one

Even if the mistake involves bein' up in the sky and holdin' a gun

It's crazy to think it's done just for fun

But that's the rules of the games that we play in this hood

If we had chances to change it, no doubt we would

Get down or lay down, it's one or the other

Get down or lay down, ya sis or ya mother

How many times have I heard these words bein' spoken

Everyone else leavin' so where's my token

Token to paradise, token to success

Sometimes I have hope, most times I'm just stressed

Family situation is crazy and life's a big mess

But still I go to school and with my intelligence I impress

Many nonbelievers but it's not enough to get me heated

Yeah I do what I do, but I do what I have to before I get weeded

So for you people who like to judge books by their covers

First understand my world is filled wit' fighters not wit' lovers

Filled wit' Blue and Whites as well as church vans

They grimey niggaz, watch out they'll knock you and ya mans

Charlene Garcia