Spittin images you can see the shit in your mind
you know the way I tell the story make it clearly defined
like the outline of a nigga that's dying how they frame him in chalk you can see his mama's pain when she walk everybody holding her up she screaming,
tears smother her cheeks looking like if she was bawling for weeks
cops finding the heat under a bush same side of the street next to the bench where the bums and them sleep they asking him questions he ain't seen nothing when it happened though face was covered by newspaper this new caper got jakes
baffled and the only reason they care is 'cause the kid who lying there's nephew to the mayor
and the lady bawling tears is his sister next day,
front page article headline with a picture of a family reduced by one one bullet in one nigga with one gun and one trigger and one body and one casket and one digger and one funeral,
one day to bury the human soul one memory you can hold hold it close like a blanket when you're sleeping
let it dry all the tears that cry from your eyes while you're weeping one little brother holding in the secret
he keeping when he get older he gon go to get even I spit an image for you
Next image, like I was saying a dead kid,
little brother a little bit older paid a little bit of nothing to hold a????
looking for the murderer to unload his anger studying how the bullet go from clip to chamber
asking around but he smart though he asking for blow so nobody know exactly what this cat's gonna do in his mind
he can see the whole shit practicing how he gon reach for his waistline and empty the clip
then reload and empty the clip no running for nothing thinking if he get hit
he dying for something when the day came he burned the goons
with a flame pulling the trigger with aim yelling his big brother's name and when the federals came they asked him why
he do it he said if you was in my position you know that you would I spit an image for you
Check this image young dude,
22, just signed to a deal label always
calling him saying the tracks that they feel telling him how they
gon blow him up in the streets and at the club people showing up to see him speak and at the tvs,
the videos, the hoes that's in em the afterparties,
two awards shows, the trophies winning the first place plaques for raps spread across the map fans clap,
OGs in the game give him dap like you the next nigga make him feel like nothing can stop him everything's good,
move out the hood, the champagne's popping the hoes is watching now,
they used to pass by him now bitches twist their neck over their man's shoulder
to spy him clothes is clean, collars is crisp, kicks is fresh watch is gleaming,
shades is beaming, cap is leaning the rest not important
the niggas on his team snorting the blow telling him it'll make him hype for the show believing them though,
he demonstrated weakness the shit burning his nose,
eyes watering you could see this was his first time hit him with a rush,
forgot his first rhyme good thing he could freestyle slick but real quick
started losing juice the fans couldn't follow the show magazine reports suggested
people just shouldn't go phone bills getting low usually that ain't a problem but in this game
you got a problem when nobody calling and the rep falling ladies
get they attitude bad story in the street a nigga got a problem with crack
even though he wasn't fucking with that if enough people believing it in the street it's basically fact feeling trapped,
the young kid about to turn 23 tested the wrong niggas,
attract the wrong enemy no dough supporting his habit goons will have your life for not paying up they hungry
to grab it and they grabbed his not too long wanna know what happened next?
I'm back to the top of the song I spit an image for you.

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