Look at My Friends - eLZhi

On the same corner

Under the same street sign they was raised under

They fought so many fights for it

Going to court, selling that white horse

Porcelain snort, scorch a blunt on the porch

And take an alchy to the cranium

Steal out of liquor stores owned by legal aliens

Needles laying in the summer my friends

Looking like they lack the hunger, they thin

With beady eyes some i don’t see alive

The other half’s breathing with the weed in their lungs

Hate in their heart

It’s just a game so they’re playing their part

Get into arguments and bust strays in the park

Stay out 'til the day in the dark

Then vice-a versa

Gambling with dice for a better life they search for while others ended

And send their mother to that other clinic

Where people lose their mind, through illusion time

Yet some’ll get their loot through crime

Very few pursue a fluent dime, the truest grind

I guess that’s the way they are

Are, are, are

(look at my friends)

Get their doors knocked down by the law

Hot wire cars, shot by afar

Getting handcuffed in front of their son

They hustle looking for a number to run

Some are poor, trying to floss and get their hundred in ones

But them brothers is young

And looking for the wrong guidance

Can’t sleep hearing beep the long sirens

Cops chasing criminals over their walls climbing to get away

Getting out of jail in a day

Visiting funeral homes in their newest cologne

Hand-me-down suit on their bones to visit their boy

Hitting hoodrats without the rubber

Bad mouth their mother 'cause she kicked him out the house

They grab out the gutter

Warrants for their arrest, on the basketball court with a vest

Can’t sell their product right 'cause they snort up the rest

Before they were sort of depressed, they homeless

Stop a child for a quarter or less or maybe more

Wrong order i guess, you get the picture

As if your mental picture’s distorted and stressed

They chainsmoking, short on their breath

Guess that’s the way the are

Smile in your face and stab you in the back

At a rave in the bathroom, sampling the crack

Sported fades from a half moon, now it’s brushed waves

Physically they grew but mentally they just stayed

Went from balling their fist to hauling the revolver to twist

Your wig back, you just no longer will exist

The wrist you click clack over fish and big mac

Orders in the drive thru

Had a daughter when in high school

We bought her nice boots with a Shearling for the winter

For that girl he give her the world, is twirling in the center

Saw him hurling from the liquor

Paranoid when he got blow we got owed, now we’re barely boys

Moving in different directions, both sick of the stressing

I kick lyric profession, he quick to get you undressing with the wesson