Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What happens to a street dream deferred?
Does it grow old, leave, and raise teens in the 'burbs?
What happens to physical things like triple beams and miserable fiends?
Do they turn into digital streams of words?
What could save you from the turmoil of poverty, diseased family members and dead homies?
I'll give you a hint, "hip"
And it has nothin' to do with any invention with an ammunition extension
Close your eyes, now what do you see?
You see a rose growin' out of the concrete on 1520 Sedgwick Avenue
Now close you ears, what do you hear?
You hear the message of "My Melody" at 6 in the mornin'
Wait, is your mind playing tricks on you?
Wait, was it all a dream?
Wait, do you feel the adrenaline rush?
Wait, where are you?
Are you on the project benches?
Are you under the palm trees in the trenches?
Are you amongst hustlers whose prolific senses attract the sickest Benzes and picket fences?
Yes, you are
You have finally arrived into the one and only Housing Authority Rap District
Be welcomed by the OG-est of OGs in OG-ology
Who still to this motherfuckin' day
Drip too hard
Written by: Dominick Antron Wickliffe, Joell Ortiz
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