Slaine, V Knuckles, Cyrus DeShield - Broken lyrics

This for my dudes who have broken dreams
The talents and skills to
Be whatever they wanted
But somewhere along the line
Their dreams got lost man
It's Knuckles, Slaine what's good man?
Trump, let's get it in

I remember Jay Rich we grew up together
Spittin game at little dames
Trying to fuck whatever
10 years old, already with a lust for cheddar
He was smart though
For real the young buck was clever
A few years went by, we still stuck together
Plottin armed robberies to get
Bucks for leathers played with guns
It was fun to clutch Berettas
But up in school my dude
Still had his stuff together
On the court he would score
I would scream on the refs
(that ain't no foul)
He used to study on the low
I would cheat on the test
When he started sellin crack said
It was easy to chef
Then I heard he caught a body
Stabbed a fiend in the steps
I needed a breath
His dream was to grow up to be rich
To be a astronaut with a house and the V6
But he switched
The streets turned to man to a goon
I always thought he'd be the first
Black man on the moon, damn

I, just don't know why, my eyes won't cry
Guess that they're broken
These lies, mask and disguise
My past I can't hide i guess that I'm broken

Yeah the sidewalks are lined with trap doors
The city maze is impossible to escape
All the shitty days that remind
Us of environments so mindless
And violence is followed by
Foot chases and sirens
Leap frog with police dogs
Dirty piece tossed
Palms greased cause these pigs gotta eat more
Phil had the ill took connect down in B-more
Every other week it's up and
Down like a seesaw cold blooded beast
Dude even fed his niece raw
Used to be a good girl
Turned to a cheap whore
Nowadays everybody's caught up in
That street law
They found that bitch's body blue
Down by the seashore i ain't write shit to
Glorify it or exaggerate
I ain't write these lyrics to
Be shockin or to agitate
Every other week it seems I
See another tragic wake
Inside this broken world full of kids
Who never had a break

I, just don't know why, my eyes won't cry
Guess that they're broken
These lies, mask and disguise
My past I can't hide i guess that I'm broken

This life is real
Got friends doin life in jail
And we all tryin to eat so we fight for meals
Never been the type to squeal
I stand on my own two
Funny how when you broke
Your people disown you
The actuality of this life
Is stabbin me with a knife
You see the flames when the heaters ignite
Fiends with a pipe
Hustlers movin greed in the night
The demon's in sight
The devil still schemin is trife

And all I see
Is this beast that keeps eating it's young
Deceit and lies from the serpent
That's the media's tongue
On the surface it would seem
Easy for me to become
Drunk on hard liquor, chewin pills
I need to be numb
Not to sound stupid really
I don't mean to be dumb
But all it takes where I'm from
Is a scheme and a gun
And a whip and a bitch and
Some coke and a drink
And some balls and a crew
Shit I'm broke and I think yeah I'm broken

I, just don't know why, my eyes won't cry
Guess that they're broken
These lies, mask and disguise
My past I can't hide i guess that I'm broken