Hood Politics
Street Chronicles: Bishop Snow's Journey Through Shadows
Lyrics
Lost on these streets in the East
Feeling lost and adrift in the Eastern part of town.
Mentally, I think they finished me because I'm weak
Perceiving oneself as mentally weakened or broken by external forces.
Stuck in this cycle where I live off Malt Liquor
Trapped in a repetitive cycle relying on Malt Liquor for sustenance.
My vices can kill me because I got a spotted liver
Realization that personal habits could lead to serious health issues (like a spotted liver).
Considered, goin off to prison for a life long bid
Contemplating a lengthy prison sentence as a consequence of actions.
I pressed pause on the gang bangin, stuck in my head
Paused engagement in gang activities but still haunted by past involvement.
Because my morals start to drop, and if I get shot
Fear that declining morals might lead to violent consequences.
My homies might know my killer, start to give him props
The possibility of friends praising the person responsible if they were to be killed.
Now the cops start fuck wit me, I'm almost off paper
Almost completing probation, facing less scrutiny from law enforcement.
My heart still has layers for now, I'll fix it later
Delaying the process of self-improvement or healing emotionally.
I got the respect that I needed, my adolescence
Having gained the respect sought during youth despite a turbulent past.
Was hectic, now these other niggas feel my presence
Others now recognize and acknowledge the person's influence and power.
I'll politic for days with the best of the best
Skilled in maneuvering and negotiating within influential circles.
I might take it to grave but never get it off my chest
Keeping a significant burden or secret that's never disclosed.
My soul feels cold, you might know Alex Snow
Feeling detached or distant internally, contrasting personas of Alex Snow and Bishop.
But Bishop lookin different, now just keep it on the low
Urging to maintain secrecy about personal changes or growth.
And I know
Expressing awareness or understanding.
I creep and I Crawl repeated
Repetition emphasizes the act of cautiously navigating through dangerous situations.
I got some niggas that come from the Mid, I got some homies posted up in the East
Having friends from different parts of the city, suggesting a widespread social network.
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin city
Connections and friendships across various neighborhoods in the city.
Some won't ever make it out of the streets
The grim reality that some friends may never escape the dangers of street life.
Pistol packin, you imagine all the shit I did
Weighing the implications of past actions involving firearms.
Can't make excuses to God cause i was just a kid
Acknowledging personal responsibility despite the excuses made to oneself or God.
The park was my safe haven, sippin on my
A place of solace and relaxation, associated with consuming E&J liquor.
E&J
Specifically mentioning E&J liquor as a part of the solace sought.
I gave my best efforts, but who are we to say
Ruminating on the ambiguity of life's choices and their judgment.
We should've lived different, I hit a lick for pension
Reflecting on past criminal activities, seeking financial security (pension).
Phone with no camera, I never need attention
Choosing privacy over seeking attention or validation through social media.
But the police only know my name cause people love to speak
Police recognizing due to gossip and hearsay among the community.
On actions in the streets, so once again we meet
Facing repeated encounters with law enforcement due to community discussions about actions.
At the transit, my hands get tired from all the fades
Experiencing fatigue from engaging in conflicts or fights.
But it's my job, hit my bitches house, I'm gettin laid
Seeking comfort or solace in intimate relationships after work-related stress.
She lives in a hood on the West I never go to
Avoiding a specific neighborhood despite having a connection there.
It's easy coming up in the city when no one knows you
Recognizing the advantage of anonymity while climbing the ranks in the city.
Sitting on the 302, so if I so choose to use
Considering using a firearm in a violent manner, contemplating consequences.
My pistol in a violent way, then they won't know the clues
Planning to commit a violent act without leaving identifiable evidence.
But stitch lips always prevail, now I'm in hell
Despite the temptation to speak, choosing to remain silent about illegal activities.
Tryna get my rap career or spend life in jail
Struggling between pursuing a music career and risking imprisonment.
I creep and I Crawl repeated
Repetition emphasizing the cautious, strategic approach to life.
I got some niggas that come from the Mid, I got some homies posted up in the East
Reiterating connections across different parts of the city with friends.
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin city
Emphasizing the widespread network of acquaintances in the city.
Some won't ever make it out of the streets
The bleak reality that some friends may never escape the dangers of street life, reiterated.
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