Where the Wild Things Are - Armand Hammer

First fight came home with a bloody nose

Second fight same day pops like dont step back in this yard if u dont take

control

Or deal with me u need make it known

I aint raise a punk U better hold ur own

I walked back slow and snuffed Rahmel from behind

Closed my eyes Still swinging hard fire welled up inside

Power bitter to the taste

Swollen my face felt fried

Winded tell me got this

Learned to walk with my pride

Must Earn your right to survive

Rite of passage

What was foreign grew familiar with time

Too young to process particulars

My views unrefined

Innocent mind

Before neighbors was truly ready to die

Dyno bmx spoke chrome cycle kept spinning

Acts of violence im a victim and a wide eyed witness

Block Yellow tape ballistics

South jamaica 88 fever murder rate statistic

Growing Older higher stakes been normalized by repetition

Fall in line late for the wake

Henny pour it to me straight

Moms reminded me im different

From these Miseducated henchman

Murdering my brother not gangsta but mostly desperate acts of submission

Throw ur hands up in the air

Strays Whistled from a distance

Scratched serial standard issued

All night prayer, tears, pass moms a tissue

(Woods)

Dumb out/stupid nice

Waiting For Superman

classroom fulla criptonite

Juvenile Hell

The Trife Life

Ossie Davis been dead

now they hand you gun and knife/said

Do The Thing Right

bannana in the tailpipe

eyes squeezed tight squeezing off

on a-alikes with the Armalite

born yesterday but hey

they was up all night

looking for niggas only found theyselves

pulling on triggers

spot Enemy outside his home

let fly like Predator drone hell to pay

like predatory loan

Rule Of the Bone did the Regents off the dome

studied the streets

prepaid the phone hand a lil' nigga the heat

you don’t really want to know how it go

like ground beef

a mother’s grief

overdubbed on top some hot beats

shots cheap/foot chase in Rock Creek

I’m wired

can’t sleep behind a fade someone caught last week

King of the Wild Things

made it home for supper

You should see the other kid

he’s a dead motherfucker