Suburbanites

We left the North side in '89, before the earthquake
I can’t remember if it was second or first grade
My mom didn’t want us growing up with gangbangers
Buying a house on the South, was a game changer
We went from living on the block to living by the hills
Mom and Dad both had multiple jobs to pay the bills
Side gigs, seasonal work, and overtime
They both were always on the grind, my Dad bout lost his mind
He was working them — 20 hour days
That’s the type of work that costs no matter how good it pays
Speeds part of the trade so he started taking meth till the meth started taking
back, started wasting checks
While my Mom and Dad were dealing with some grownup shit I was running wild
tryna grow up quick
Shit
I was barely a teenager when my Mom and my brother left
I stayed with Dad because I felt like he had nothing left
We moved away from the hood to become suburbanites
But ran into a whole bunch of problems in this suburban life
Life, Life, Life, Life, Life
Yo, it was all fucked up
We used to burn at the pad
With the same dope man that was serving my Dad
I’m talking burnt tin foil on the counter in the bathroom
Homie from prison in the kitchen giving tattoos
I’m 14 drinking special brew
At a house party where you learn what a weapon do
The cops come we scatter and they arrest a few
I’m hittin fences they need a defense they getting sentence
I’m apprehensive when it comes to selling coke and speed
But had no problem with shrooms acid and balls of weed
We wasn’t trying to go to college for no degrees
We got our GED’s, then moved from O’s to P’s
We moved away from the hood to become suburbanites but ran into a whole bunch
of problems in this suburban life
Life-Life-Life-Life-Life-Life-Life-Life-Life-Life-Life
I’m saying, I was all fucked up
I bought a strap from the homie zach
A sawed off that shot flames when you let it clap
We go out to Kelly’s ranch, pop a couple tabs
I remember tripping watching flames off the muzzle flash
I wasn’t cutting class, I just didn’t go no more
We would the homie, then meet up with
Some of us were pushing packs, others were selling pills
Some of us went to the ranch then ran away through the hills
Me and my brother fought my Dad right in front of shell
I remember thinking at that moment that my life was hell
I think my homie Maddy’s mom seen it driving by
Since then, I could never face the woman eye to eye
You try to hide that type of dysfunction till it explodes
In a place you should feel safe in front of everyone you know
I had to split I moved with Mom and my Dad was pissed
She asked how bad it got and I didn’t tell her half of it
Oh I got out about a week before the raid
Probably woulda caught a couple charges if I stayed
Me and my Dad didn’t talk for years and we made amends
Sometimes we laugh about it now, but shit was crazy then
Its hard to take it for granted after you learn the price
All of that’s what made me a man, its how I learned to fight
We moved away from the hood to become suburbanites, but ran into a whole bunch
of problems in this suburban life