Dope...
nikkas not gonna catch the lil details
that shyt tight as fukk
every black person has a pic like that where your goon ass uncles around lookin thugged out and you sittin there oblivious like
Yawp, like the nikka drinking out of a jar and the old school chair he's sitting in with the holes in em like peg boards
his uncle holding him is throwing up C's
this is gonna be good
Jumped off the porch when I was like six
Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6
Kick in the door
K9's all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick
Momma in the bathroom poppa at work
Happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church
Sitting on the couch, that was my Uncle Bobby
After he just got out, 15 years to count
Haven't seen the world in so long
Haven't seen a girl in so long
And before the sun came up, he was gone
Like a fiend off the best rock
Trying to get his life together, or what not
Typed his name in the system and they couldn't find his identity
Got it straight, got a place, found some serenity
Found a job, found his Mother's grave site, found a 40 ounce
Then he found God, then he bounced, then he found a new chick
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Found this spot in Pasadena and shack with her, an investment
Then found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic
Violence on my Uncle, was working with two strikes
Only out a year, now facing life
I can only imagine
That's fukked up
I can only imagine, Uncle Bob
first cover is some hood shyt. remind me of my pops and uncles sittin around when i was younger
I wonder if one of them is Uncle Bobby