Project Reality

 "Little kids playing basketball using a milk crate
Making motherfuckin noise five past eight,
"The neighbor's baby crying and goddamn hyper
Because she is dragging-ass about changing his diaper,

"Somebody talking loud so all can hear
While the drunks are waiting for the liquor store to open to buy some beer,
"Crackheads walking the projects turning tricks
So they can get their early morning fix,

"Liquor bottles littering my front yard
While the motherfucker on the corner know he need a job,
"Having his fucking homies look out for the cops
So he can continue selling his rocks,

"The church on the corner has gang shit written on the walls
While in the back a motherfucker is selling a eight-ball,
"Is there any salvation or any hopeful vision
Because the projects ain't shit but a wall-less prison,

"The communities welcome center just isn't right
It's just a place were young kids come to fuck and fight,
"Hanging on those raggedy-ass steps shooting dice
Only a few feet where a motherfucker died last night,

"The police didn't even do a goddamn thang
Outlined the body in chalk and rinsed the blood in the drain,
"Sorry motherfuckers don't even do their job
Just constantly fucking these project hoes and getting blow jobs,

"Gun shots and screams is the twenty-four seven norm
And the nasty sex going on will put to shame hardcore porn,
"From motherfucking Monday to goddamn Sunday
And half the shit happening ain't even funny".