Eastside Story - Crooked I, Tena Jones

Yo, young nigga, hustling on his corner, told his Momma it’s his way of life

She told him, 'stop,' knew that he wasn’t gonna, all she could do is pray at

night

He had a homie, knew him since a baby, they called each other alikes

Hustled together, pistol in they jeans, fitted and they favourite nikes

They had weed, had crack, had speed, they could even get you crystal meth

Had a crew, some dead, some in jail, they the only two niggas left

A old man walks by and he asks, 'why you young brothers dealing death?'

'Old man, we from the school of hard knocks, and our teachers didn’t give a F'

The eastside, y’all

We struggle hard on this side of the tracks

Watch where you step, cause it might hold you back

You can even get snatched up, just like that

Can’t sleep, I got worry

But it’s ok, cause

It’s my eastside story

A little girl, only 14 years old, doing things you don’t want to know

She got a mother, but her money’s always going to them dudes on the corner,

though

Momma’s addicted to something evil and wicked, got evicted just a month ago

Little girl in the hotel living, watching her parent become a ho

She say, 'Momma, I know you selling your body' she ain’t ever one to bite her

tongue

Her mother crying, hiding behind lies in fear of what her daughter might become

They say the fruit don’t fall that far from the tree she was like a plum

She wasn’t ripe, but she was just right, you know them Johns like them young

The eastside, dig

Old man, standing on the corner where them young niggas make bread

Give him advice, Vietnam vet, came home to a fake leg

Say, 'young brothers, why you out here dealing death?'

you already know what

they said

He hobbled off thinking I’mma pray for them, thank God that they ain’t dead

He saw a hooker in front of the hotel, thought without her I’ll be just fine

She said, 'old man, I got just what you need, a soft bed, and some good wine'

He took his shades off, his pupils were grey, she thought, 'man,

this dude look blind'

He looked past her, right to her daughter, said, 'how much for a good time'

I’m from the eastside