ELZhi - Look at My Friends lyrics

On the same corner
Under the same street sign
They was raised under
They fought so many fights for it
Going to court, selling that white horse
Porcelain snort, scorch a blunt on the porch
And take an alchy to the cranium
Steal out of liquor stores
Owned by legal aliens
Needles laying in the summer my friends
Looking like they lack the hunger, they thin
With beady eyes some I don't see alive
The other half's breathing with the
Weed in their lungs hate in their heart
It's just a game so
They're playing their part
Get into arguments and bust
Strays in the park
Stay out 'til the day in the dark
Then vice-a versa
Gambling with dice for a better life
They search for while others ended
And send their mother to that other clinic
Where people lose their mind
Through illusion time
Yet some'll get their loot through crime
Very few pursue a fluent dime
The truest grind
I guess that's the way they are
Are, are, are (look at my friends)

Get their doors knocked down by the law
Hot wire cars, shot by afar
Getting handcuffed in front of their son
They hustle looking for a number to run
Some are poor
Trying to floss and get their hundred in ones
But them brothers is young
And looking for the wrong guidance
Can't sleep hearing beep the long sirens
Cops chasing criminals over their walls
Climbing to get away
Getting out of jail in a day
Visiting funeral homes in
Their newest cologne
Hand-me down suit on their bones
To visit their boy
Hitting hoodrats without the rubber
Bad mouth their mother 'cause she
Kicked him out the house
They grab out the gutter
Warrants for their arrest
On the basketball court with a vest
Can't sell their product right 'cause
They snort up the rest
Before they were sort of depressed
They homeless stop a child for a quarter
Or less or maybe more
Wrong order i guess, you get the picture
As if your mental picture's
Distorted and stressed
They chainsmoking, short on their breath
Guess that's the way the are

Smile in your face and stab you in the back
At a rave in the bathroom, sampling the crack
Sported fades from a half moon
Now it's brushed waves
Physically they grew but mentally
They just stayed
Went from balling their fist to
Hauling the revolver to twist
Your wig back, you just no longer will exist
The wrist you click clack over
Fish and big mac orders in the drive thru
Had a daughter when in high school
We bought her nice boots with
A Shearling for the winter
For that girl he give her the world
Is twirling in the center
Saw him hurling from the liquor
Paranoid when he got blow we got owed
Now we're barely boys
Moving in different directions
Both sick of the stressing
I kick lyric profession, he quick to get you
Undressing with the wesson