Judas

18, Wearing blue jeans, a snap back, mesh clean fade under the cap
His shoes box fresh, smoking on a blunt head
Eyes red, high as a kite, comes out mainly at night
Sells green, brown and white
Police pull him over trying to test his composure
It holds up like a dude that's older

A soldier, he learned from them older dudes behind bars
Who floss with fine cars, jewelry and bitches on they arm
Taking pictures like no harm would ever come to these guards
They see that people get caught but think they can beat the odds
They crazy but bet the Mr. Man palm tight-fisted hand
In a stairwell for 15 seconds, Instagram

Snapped by them undercovers, tapped by them other brothers?
Nah, he ain't on they radar, mind like a razor
You can't feel his activity, he screensaver
His attitude is you are only what the streets make ya, danger
Around every corner with his strangers
Call him on his cell phone, talking about they short a couple bucks

"Can I pay a little later? Can I get it from my neighbor?

Can I pay you with some labor? Why won't you do me this favor?

I am a loyal customer"

But they are only loyal to the drugs, not the hustler
Defiant to his moms and reliant on his charm

So a giant stack of money's what he's holding in his palm
One day he sat and listened to Minister Farrakhan
From the Nation of Islam quoting from the Bible Psalms
Chapter 82, verse 6 opened his eyes
"You are gods and all of you are children of the Most High"
He thought about it but stuck with the same old
Just because he used to wear silver but now his chain's gold
And he chose to walk this road
He's prepared to reap all the harvest from the seeds he sowed
Word

Couch surfing in his Nike TNs
Watching James Brown classics, bank holiday weekend
He's waiting for the contraband re-up
Relies on his supplier to hire the clientele and make the high higher
No sign for him to retire, his bank balance on fire
He's inspired by Avon Barksdale from The Wire
A criminal, a crook, a felon, a lawbreaker
A get-high maker, OD-in', a life taker
It's time for the wake-up call, an opportunity

Presents itself to take up all of the community
He gotta put his stake up tall, there's no impunity
The big one and if he get caught, there's no immunity
He steps back to think about it, second thoughts and he's doubting

That he can get away without prison and overcrowded

23-Hour lockdown with his cellmate
Who got the runs, pants dropped down
Peeling oranges to hide a stench without a window
Inmates looking for ass acting like flamingos
Waiting for some new meat so they could do they inside-outing
They wolf whistle, blow kisses, voguing and pouting
The guards acquiesce, dispense him with no less
Than a punch in the chest in the shower when fully dressed

This ain't the kind of future he looking for, some changes
Will need to be implemented before it gets dangerous
'Cause turning your life around from carrying a knife around
Selling dope and killing your people ain't nothing hype about
Kids born addicted, being weaned off of morphine
Little brothers acting like the older ones at 14
Survival, they thinking they invincible like Michael

But even Michael was a victim of the vicious cycle
The streets are bone idle, suicidal, homicidal
When you play yourself like one of the disciples

Judas