Boys To Men - Pastor Troy
Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin in right yuh
(This from the soul)
Ayo on this joint right here man we bout to just break it down to you
Man just the transition to becoming a man (This from the heart)
That some of yall gone have to go through man everybody on the sound
Of my voice (This from the soul)
Everything gone be cool man From Boys to Men
No one to doubt me I'm not here lonely
Childhood secrets still wid my homies
I recall days when I blazed up on the hill
Not knowin' wud the future would hold just kept it real
We ridin' on the 'Lac with the boys to other schools
We catch 'em at dey football games and act a fool
And everybody know my name it's Michael Troy
We made all them bullies respect Falcon Boy
I got my folks worried I'm suspended everyday
Sometimes I ain't tell 'em and caught the train to the A
The FirePoint Station Supreme location
I'm only 15 tho at the lil' scene
No one to pry me I'm all alone
No one to cry on
He'd shelter from the rain to ease the pain
Changing from boys to men
I've done seen stabbings i've done seen shootings
I've done seen a robbery i've done seen two
But I ain't even 15 so when i turn 16
Im'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beam
My team was da wreckin' crew like juice
The type of niggas on our side do who was the truth
I bet them killaz on his side respect game
That other ni**a from the southside was lame
My name is Stone Charlestown to the bone
Lil' Wayne and Scooby we rocking MCM and Gucci
I'm nine years old that ni**a let me touch a Uzi
I wanted to kill just like i saw up in the movie
No wonder one of my friend shot himself in his head
Playin' wid the gun from under his mothers bed
Don't wanna call his name too tough we'll call him Fred
We watch my ni**a while he bled (when we was young)
Lord knows we be tryin hard God watching over us
Mama told me "baby dun be goin to school cuttin up"
Did I listen hell naw listen let me tell ya'll
Streets transform mamas only into eight-ball
Errywhere I go niggaz know I speak that poetry
See my +Chilouette+ like I'm +Alfred Hitchcock+ and they know it's me
Bottom line met a lot of niggaz on the grind
Getting them dimes
Murder they a** escape the scene like I committed the crime
A friend of mine don't rap he doing illegal business
18-Wheeler Fed X bricks did wid killaz
He smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to beating his b**ches
Them b**ches down though come straight back after they get thru strippen
I'm outta' town next to the church see his lil' brotha cryin
Told me his brotha killed himself I said ni**a you lyin
He put the gun to his mouth and blew his brain out
He couldn't handle this goddamn sh*t that we sang 'bout