Street Fairytales (Collab with EyeAmThe1)

(Dee Too Cold)    
Here to tell the tales of what goes on in the hood    
But outside of the box, higher powers are up to no good    
Sitting back, watching the scenarios or sagas unfold    
Yet still figuring out how to save some lost souls    
   
Where I live there’s no peace    
Where people can barely eat    
Where some kids don’t see the age of 16    
Only the pain of my struggle speaks    
Hard to get a peace of mind    
When gunshots wake you up out of your sleep    
   
I saw predators become prey under merciless symptoms    
Too many prominent people becoming innocent victims    
Sisters left heartbroken or torn apart by one night stands    
Brothers losing their lives over a pair of Jordans or a Gucci bag    
I hate seeing you drink your life away on what’s inside that can    
Rather have your money long then to have a long life span    
   
See the dirty game that white supremacy plays    
I know it wasn’t our fault, the system set it to be this way    
My people are so psychologically out of place    
So we’re killing each other out of self-hate    
Knowing we descended from legendary greatness    
Damn it’s a shame your soul became a terrible thing to waste    
   
Don’t have a strong mind you’ll fall victim to anything    
Money may not be everything, but it changes everything    
But how do I cope with the most stressful shit?    
I let my pen be my therapist    
   
But being disenfranchised doesn’t stop the grind    
Being gentrified doesn’t block my shine    
I’m slowly coming to take what’s mine    
Started using my mind, they started losing their minds    
   
Do what’s best    
Preserve your life line    
Continue to expand your mind    
In due time    
You’ll wonder why those Glock 9 shells still ache your spine    
   
Cherish your life because you’ll never get another    
Lives of brothers being taken away are hurting the mothers    
Let your ego tear down a brother who looks like you for nothing    
So he went back to his homies with intent of malice that looked urgent    
You flexed on them, but sadly they pulled up with the funk    
Pointed out the windows, and gave you a hot 97    
   
Damn and you were only making clear to see    
That all you wanted was a dollar and a dream    
Which goes to show that there’s no love in these streets    
Stop looking for acceptance and start playing for keeps    
   
Some don’t live to see the next phase    
Like technology, they were destined for an upgrade    
But right before their eyes    
A dangerous hacker with a critical virus came    
And knocked the gigs out your brain    
Leaving you slain with the pavement full of data    
   
Elders only cry and complain, yet don’t attempt to change a thing    
How can peasants’ call themselves “kings” when they don’t own anything?    
   
Hearing about shootouts after tragic school fights    
Our precious children going missing in the midst of the night    
Elders are constantly getting beat to death by the law in plain sight    
Black women and children getting abused and raped by men of other races    
Black men and boys get killed for being black out of fear and hatred    
Yet we only seem to care about is going out to the clubs tonight    
Or how far gone I can be off alcohol and detrimental drugs tonight?    
Or does such and such have money or could he be faking?    
Or “damn she looks good in that dress, how many drinks it would take to get her naked?”    
   
So for those who didn’t have to struggle in life?    
Don’t ask me what my life was like    
Even though I never lived nor was caught up in the street life    
But I observed and heard the calamities of the street life    
   
Streets are filled with caskets, court dates, and jail cells    
This is just a glimpse of the stories and these street fairytales    
   
   
(EyeAmThe1)    
crazy how quickly life can get real. crazy how short it really is. caught up, and was trying to live a street fantasy. pain, hurt, and a lot of anger. running, and cutting deep down in my soul. fighting myself every day, trying to make it to the better day's. long, and cold night. boring, long, and crazy summer day's. that feeling at night, when you're running trying to make it to a safe place? i gave up on that, and faced it. thought's of suicide, can't take no more. should i, or should i not end it all? can't give up now, came to far through the fire. every time i look in the mirror, i see deep in my soul. i can't stop, and won't give up. there's hope for me. screaming from my soul, but painting a false image of a smile and many laugh's. i hurt just like you, just look deep in my face. look behind the fake smile, the fake face. still here, and still standing. it will pay off, head held high, and keep focused and pushing. i want it now, badder than ever. not the street fantasy, but my happiness back.