Crossing Bridges

Dreaming of crossing bridges

Where I’m from there’s no windy cities.

Where I’m from everyone swear they from the trenches.

Light-skin only means you skating on thin ice,

If you colored you pay double the price.

Round here white is always right.

Southern bell, sweetest peach, memorized by scintillating metropolis lanterns.

New Orleans ,New York, Baltimore, Tokyo, Dubai,

Bora-Bora has my eye.

Speaks proper English followed by obscure manners.

Pupils dialated with a foreign tongue and a magestic view.

Mile high club, a get away,

First class, a better view.

Crossing bridges, gliding on the Oceanside,

Soaring high, retreat on cloud 9.

Break free, I wanna touch the dessert’s sand, wanna scavenge up new lands.

Wanna live out my dreams, goals, and plans.

Crossing bridges, introduce the city on how the country play,

journey up some hills forget how the valley lay.

Collide worlds upgrade from traveling state to state to country to country,

scribble my name on new a continent.

Convey to my babies this a big world you living in, you just gotta live it.

China, Africa, Australia and more.

Can’t swim, nonetheless I’m gonna stroke the ocean floor.

Bridge crossed I can’t stay stagnant anymore.

Can’t fathom a life not knowing what I’m living for,

Check to check, static at Honda isn’t in my agenda.

I said forsake a bill I’m tryin to live,

2 years later ,I’m fighting on that same battlefield.

Rumpa pom pom, little drummer girl, trying to discover the rhythms to the other worlds.

Trying to unearth diversity to my only girl.

Visualizing a day my passport will be able to speak volumes for me

Silence that old freedom song,

Making this world my expedition is my only mission.

Across that bridge is a culture that was hidden from me,

Now I’m out here playing hiding seek, just to gain some type of sanity.

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  1. “Crossing Bridges”

    “Street life is the only life I know…”

    Straight white…

    No capes for saving hoes…

    Set ups…

    Gurrillas and Black P Stone…

    The road…

    Box crown vic’s…

    Tinted windows…

    Nautica sweats…

    Like the early 90s…

    Tek 9s with shoe string tied to em…

    Brown or tan dope…

    That hard grey shit…

    Will get you booked…

    Took off for your packs…

    Real niggas came right back…

    Those words when you know it’s war…

    “Alright yo…”

    “I be back…”

    Drums on k’s…

    look like tambourines…

    Tangerine colored tops on crack viles…

    Niggaz piled up in that brown Crysler Van…

    Its fucking 10pm…

    So you no what time it is…

    Surveillance system on the block…

    The blue light special…

    A little kid holding a 38 special…

    Took that bitch down…

    Choppa city…

    Bullet town…

    Bull Doug city…

    Sand town…

    Terror town…

    Midway…

    Day care is where the kids stay…

    They love braiding hair in the stair case…

    Ain’t no games played…

    Murder on our minds…

    Like lor A.J.

    R.I.P.

    I gave the keys to the Impala…

    To gang way tony…

    Bump J was the only crip…

    I could acually get along with…

    Stuck with some bad dope…

    That won’t jump back…

    You better get it off quick…

    Ain’t no fair ones…

    Just Thompson guns on full spray with full clips…

    Crossing Bridges…

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