how do i fix my mouth to say im sorry and all we saw was the flashing lights the tire marks the body parts by the traffic lights the sweat from his mothers brow the sense of disbelief and all the grief that you suffered to lose your oldest child the stone walls and the phone calls of pity the faux pas and the four walls that fall on the city the flocks of family members that send your their best regards and the faith you cant escape and that got you questioning god likehow do we find ourselves here what do we represent for how do we wipe the slate clear what do we do to ensure that in stores are bit more a torment or resent for how do you look the dudes in the face the bullets were probably meant for mentors are useless the police are spiteful one less stress about they sentiment s delightful a pipe full of candy that comes in handy how niggas eat more than just me rappin its really happenin on fleming street i said its more than just me rappin its really happenin on feming street this where the killers meet this where the dealers beat more than nigga scrappin they really clappin to fucking eat you aint gotta listen you aint me gotta know me this is how its been how it always gonna be this is how it is its forever gonna be forever gonna be how do you take advantage when youre young and wild running foul and careless fuck what they was yelling rebelling against our parents moved away in high school though i choose to wallow to the shy dude that i knew killing my school with a ralo instead they started shooting instead of fighting started to hide in writing it down in my mental journal external lightness well my father made it harder though the harshness had me bothered i was caught up i was brought up never to follow and how do you leave the place you love how do you find your solace how do you take advantage of living a life of carnage honest started yelling in despair yelling yourself be prepared smelling the airhow the hell is this fair and niggas still moving powdered rock every hour cowards pop thats the reason my citys known for liquor stores and flower shops this aint glock with them little niggas and killers meet more than just a fraction its really happenin on feming street  i said its more than just me rappin its really happenin on feming street this where the killers meet this where the dealers beat more than nigga scrappin they really clappin to fucking eat you aint gotta listen you aint me gotta know me this is how its been how it always gonna be this is how it is its forever gonna be forever gonna be ye and i overheard the screams from the front room was listening by the hallway an argument to determine where we would all stay my mother wants to leave the hood she said its all to blame my father wants to stay cause hes not accustomed to change we need time to save and you re always ready to spend she said what about your son what if something happens to him huh could you forgive yourself just knowing what was lacking thats all she needed to say the next day we started packing packing up our sorrows packing up a car load packing up our yesterdays and looking towards tomorrow and although im grown it stil hurts and it shows i can never turn my back its the only home that i know so whats happenin lil cuz im still in deep shock we came a long way from playing by that green box the same spot where them older niggas and killers meet you left us all but your spirit still on fleming street you left us all but your spirit still on fleming street this where the killers meet this where the dealers beat more than niggas rappin its really happenin on feming street
['conscious hip hop']