This is for the sons of the shooters. Sons of the hustlers.


Sons of the flippers.


Offspring of all real niggas.

Ima take y'all on a ride on this one.



Little Pete is sixteen dark skin dripped clean; straight hair wavey if he brush it look pristine; mother always on his hip body like she used to strip; all her relatives is blood Pete ain't never seen a crip; Pete ain't ever joined a gang unless you count him playing band; violence ain't his cup of tea unless you talking mega man; church he visit every Sunday he ain't switching up his plans; friends started smoking weed now he switching up his man's; loyal to his girl he don't flirt when women tease him; but she'll tell you that don't mean he ain't jerk for different reasons; bout to chill it's the weekend at the park till it's evening; call his mother while he leaving Shut the door put the key in; walking down the block he sees a flock of pigeons past him; tossed the roll that he was eating had to duck from all the flapping; before he hits the park he gets a craving for a soda; sees the deli on the corner but he only has a quarter; never been a thief he goes inside to ask for credit; as the owners saying yes a man tosses out his debit; Pete grabs the juice and yells thank you; it's nothing little nigga I'm who made you; frozen in position Pete ain't never met his father; mother always told him he's the type that wouldn't bother; he ain't never sent a card little Pete was scarred; with your mother every fathers day shit will make you hard; he used to dream how he would look his mother said it was bizarre; she was all that he would need but he bleeded from his heart; don't you even start Pete turns with aggression; how the fuck you know me cause he ain't never met him; thats a good question you know your mother best friend; thats my little cousin she gave me the blessing; i did fifteen years every bit of it was stressing; Little Pete interrupted so you come to teach me lessons; Boy i was hustling with the rock; i had your mother all in Gucci i had every color drop; i was moving with precision then her brother started snitching; if Ida kilt that mf'er ida never had a sentence; little Pete really starts to listen; big Pete shows him letters that returned when he sent him; your mother never said i was in prison; i don't blame her i just wanna know my children

Little Pete is calmer he's relaxed; i thought prison had a gym why you fat; claiming you was ill you looking wack; my mother just called i gotta call her back