Thousand lives ago, we were young and we didn't know We were trading our crowns for our souls Made the sacrifice, headed back to the light But be careful, don't drown in the cold I know it glows, but it's cold I'm from the other side of town Out of bound, to anybody Who don't live around I never learned to share Or how to care I never had no teachings About being fair Have you ever heard of Blackstone? Around Blackstones and 4CHs Vice Lords, Stony Island, Oasis The Concrete Matrix, street organizations That gave violations, hood, public relations It was the basics to get big faces Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces The hustlers was the tastemakers and trendsetters They the ones that fed us, hoping that the feds don't get us The era of Reagan and Tara, a bush Crack babies, mommas a push We were the products of Bush I'm wishing for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci A bath, a B-B-B-Doobie You heard of Flukie? Stokes, it was folks and coke and dope Fiends choked off of smoke, hair and bones and rope Rare jewels of a generation Diamonds blinding us, a real **** we facing 40s wasting on seats, Dion making the beats When they air it out at them parties, we escaping the heat I can break it down like whatever you need He squinted his face and rolled the weed You know what they don't see sometimes? That in the neighborhood, it's the exact same thing It's the same thing over and over again Have you ever heard of No Limit? 300, 600, Folly Boy, O'Glock He's sad, where there ain't no conversation They just let them heats rap Ain't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep black? Throw up peace signs, but everybody keep that Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign I been out there three days and I got shot at three times Felt like air bullet hit me when they flew out each night I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mask I know haters who wanna clap me up Watch them morgue wrap me up But they can catch me later I been cool and chasing paper Where I come from ain't no hope If you was clean then that was major Small crib, big fam, momma's working Granny ravers, no food in the refrigerator I was banging, pulling capers, that's real *** Savings from day one, boy, yeah I'm still with Better watch out for that jump shot, cause they will hit Always take your shorty lunchbox and won't feel That I came from a place where it's basic But you don't make it, fear is building cases Judges who racist and full of hatred I mean, you ain't never seen the *** that I seen Ah Ah Ah Ah Mmm Mmm Inbound 46 minutes from 355 Jim Bryant, 28 out, 32 in Lakeshore Drives, Heavy South, North Avenue to Chicago Jam North to Grant Park Tri-State Heavy, South Gulf to the Bensonville Bridge and St. Charles to the Stevenson Ramp Get traffic and weather together on the 8's every 10 minutes on News Radio 780 and 105.9 FM