Stone Groove

“ I put on for my city,
and all my city wants to do is take off cloths,
get drunk and holla at hoes,
ride around town with 20 foes,
Pants sagging follow the band waggon,
pretend to be something they ain’t,
brush in hand not a drop of paint,
Dress up in high heels and spray tan,
because it’s to hot to lay or walk on the sand,
He says he makes music,
but no cds in hand,
or the back drop of a band,
just business cards no business plan,
and the cycle continues from venue to venue,
you could cry a whole box of tissues,
for these tattered issues.
Everybody say they down to ride,
but when the ride breaks down,
fake friends are never around to be found,
To give you a jump or push you up that hill,
they rather stand still face smashed on chill,
From the sideline hold you down like an anvil,
All this drama I think I need an Advil,
so much hate in the game,
the field is at a stand still,
This cut throat culture,
eat your heart like a vulture,
bite you like a viper,
from a far take shots like a sniper,
shit on you shoes like runny diaper.
You think its hot now welcome to the kitchen,
the melting pot of superstitions and division,
where racism is alive thriving in kicking,
But I ain’t suppose to say shit,
I’m suppose to keep it cooler than Cool Whip,
But fuck the bull shit,
I rather throw an ice pick,
At all these poser’s and politics,
The city is overflowing with development,
But if your black,
and live on the wrong side of the tracks,
You might be considered as irrelevant,
I’m tired of seeing everyday people struggle,
everyday waking up in the hustle,
Why can’t it be all good,
bright and colorful like South Beach or Wynwood,
We are all neighbors,
but don’t live I the same hood.
Miami the melting pot,
The stovess on but the food aint hot.