Freight Train

Yo, shakers, movers, haters, rapists, losers, liars, takers, shooters
With absurd dreams like Al who was thirteen
When he burst on the scene that eventually hurt him
Got a tool, he stole from dad, thought it'd be cool
To play show and tell so he took it to school
He in class with it, stylin' for mad bitches
Nickle bag lifted, it's sad 'cause he mad gifted
But that biscuit will only lead to bad business

Mom's on dope, dad's just ridiculous
That leaves a Menace, wantin' to be Caine
But they one and the same, both runnin' from pain
But the laughter it fell from his face
When it fell from his waist and hit Ramell by mistake
Tried as an adult, facin' a long bid
But the charge might change, gotta see if that lil' boy lives

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way

Yo, self-pity, chasin', wealth
Could be sickly when you fend for yourself in the city like Nitty
Who sold dope his whole life, the nigga sold dope to his own wife
He knew her death would come soon
Bein' real, how much drugs could she consume?
Even hid guns in his sons' room
But they don't know it's a secret, believe it
He don't want them to get hit the way that he did

House raided, drove by the house, sprayed it
Ran in, stole his stash, spouse naked
It's real here, he thankful that he still here
Caught 'em nine times, he'll easily take the wheelchair
Old hustlers can't escape old madness
Get the same results dealin' with old habits
Which makes Nitty a lifetime sufferer
Who thinks it'll be a'ight since he lives with his very best customer

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way

Yo, his spite is vintage, more so extensive
Revenge is best served cold but it's expensive
Near steps, to revenge is near death
He disappears stressed, reappears with a TEC
You kill his dog, he gon' kill your cat
His pops killed his mother so he killed his dad
In his head he like, "God dammit," he crept over
With the same gun his pop planted that he slept over

Raised as a killer from an age that's a thriller
Age with no filter and that rage is familiar
Now fate has him sleepin' over that guy
Responsible for that black patch over his eye
Pillow over Al's face, he leaned over and cried
He sighed and said, "Your parents won't know that you died"
Death penalty, no amnesty, just insanity
Clock ticks on the last member of his immediate family

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way