No code for thieves

They show no love for friends
they even rob relatives
then ambush the competition for money
when they die for presidents

I cant see why, people cant, control they fold
hand grenade, in yo face
now watch his chin blow

they go
your gums are air born
needing work from hawthorne

they beat him down
then dropped him off on Lockbourne, then hit the metal

They might  just, bust up in yo, crib
cause you got new video game
they take yo life for second dibs

they steal everything even, drag your fridge, down the street
just for cocaine, cigarettes, beer and rogaine

with no shame in they game
I keep a open range, the old man will put a hole
in his brain, leaving wicked stains

hit the concrete, he tried to rob his uncle
now he faces defeat, old lessons being taught by g's
on these dark, black streets get pieced
no code for thieves

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)