Naive

You’re naive yo, you’re naive to the facts
My mind is chasin' me,
got to chase rhyme perception
Sittin' in the car,
got to keep a mental direction
Cruisin' down Blue Hill, pass the Ville where my man’s got shot
And bloodstains pourin' the ground still
It’s kinda ill when you think about it
Think about it, you got to keep a Shotty for anybody…
Forget goin' to no house parties
'Cause the kids don’t play, on the street, on the block
Cubic rock is bein' sold like white gold
It ain’t told how every street posts a story about a sidewalk poet
And a man in his glory,
therefor we the concrete
Hoes in terror howver
I said for worse or bettr bein' on the corner
Was clever but yo, all too many are gettin' bucked like dollas
The spirit’s, you got dirt around your collar
Ain’t tryna follows
your wicked ways
(Yeah)
Change up your lifestyle kid, yo it pays
Niggas get shady like trees, now you play
On your street, only a house that they grave
Cell block fools,
niggas got the place that you stage
Back on your corner, niggas slangin' on your parade
This is how it goes on the streets, you know you gots to peep it
The same scenario
but brothas strive to keep it
(Uh-huh)
But I ain’t goin' out like that
(Yeah)
, I’m comin' fully strapped
With knowledge, you’re naive to the facts