Caught Between Worlds - Non Phixion

Ayo I spit it at you, hit you up

ILL Bill, Brooklyn be the place where I rest at

The foundation, the truth, the death trap

My uncle Howie on the couch, high on dope

5714 Farragut Road, the projects I grew up broke

Used to read Spider-Man while my uncle burned holes in his clothes

Nodding out mid-sentence, eyes closed when he spoke

Coughing and choking the weed that he smoked (What!)

Speaking in non-fiction, y’all listening

Ear to the streets, it’s like they got the sidewalk wired

Underneath our feet

Young Vader, Young Bill, bastard swordsman

My mind is like the script from an Italian gore flick

I’m caught between worlds

I’ve seen light inside the darkness

But I still can’t decide which way to turn

I can’t decide which way to burn

So I’m a light it up a both ends and watch it unfurl

Caught between worlds, non phixion

So many people understand the same pain that I feel

They feel the same way

They think the same thoughts, though the names change

Same love, same hate

Same truth, same fate

It started back in apartment buildings

Poverty stricken, moms was sick

But I still smelled the love from the kitchen

Drugs in the hall, coalition, no pots to piss in

My pops never gave a fuck if I ate or if I die in prison

Survival’s iffy, the city’s gritty is in me

Turning soap into fifties, burning coke like gypsies

Frozen in time, a cold shoulder hope on the block

I told you to stop, I feel like I was chosen to rock

Grand-pops he caught a heart attack watching the news

God forgive a motherfucker now for stopping my food

I’m watching these dudes spit it out obnoxious and rude

Hunt the green down, scarf it down, mafia food

It’s all Pelles, veal paw feeding their bellies

Smoking wet blunts till we pass out and repeat the medley

Emotionless blade to the wrist I’mma cease to exist

For all my motherfuckers dead y’all could breathe through this

Caught between worlds, non phixion

So many people understand the same pain that I feel

They feel the same way

They think the same thoughts, though the names change

Same love, same hate

Same truth, same fate

I felt pain as a youth growing up in the hood

On the train by the booth kids got stuck for they goods

Spray painted sneakers, we took their chains and beepers

A bad ass in math class I had to change teachers

Feeling ruthless, useless like bulletproof caskets

A loose bastard watching M.A.S.H.

and Dukes of Hazzard

Spastic like the son of Sam with a gun in hand

Ain’t funny man, I got high and did the running man, wigging out

Never had the bigger mouth, I was the silent type

Living long days and violent nights

My hood was filled with murderers, drug dealers and burglars

Cold killers with burners kid, you ride up where the nurses live

If you ain’t play your cards right or spar right

You got laid up in a bed seeing God’s light

I lived the hard life, looting, boosting Timbs and gear

Cause I didn’t care, I ain’t have food inside the Frigidaire