Judas - Funky DL

Eighteen wearing blue jeans, a snap-back mesh

Clean fade under the cap, his shoes box-fresh

Smoking on a blunt head, eyes red high as kite

Comes out mainly at night, sells green brown and white

Police pull him over, try and test his composure

It holds up like a dude that’s older, a soldier

He learned from them older dudes behind bars

Who flossed with fine cars, jewellery and bitches on their arm

Taking pictures like no harm would ever come to these Gods

They see that people get caught, but think they can beat the odds

They crazy, but back to Mr Man, palm tight-fisted hand

In a stairwell for 15 seconds, Instagram

Snapped by them Undercovers?

Tapped by them other Brothers?

Nah, he ain’t on they radar, mind like a razor

You can’t feel his activity, he’s screen saver

His attitude is you are only what the streets make ya'

Danger around every corner

Where the strangers call him on his cell phone

Talkin' bout they short a couple bucks, can I pay a little later?

Can I get it from my neighbour?

Can I pay you with some labour?

Why won’t you do me this favour?

I am a loyal customer

But they are only loyal to the drugs not the hustler

Defiant to his Moms and reliant on his charm

So a giant stack of money’s what he’s holding in his palm

One day he sat and listened to Minister Farrakhan

From the Nation of Islam quoting from the Bible Psalms

Chapter eighty-two, verse six opened his eyes

You are Gods;

and all of you are children of the Most High

He thought about it, but stuck with the same old

Just because he used to wear silver, but now his chain’s gold

And he chose to walk this road

He’s prepared to reap all the harvest from the seeds he sowed, word

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Couch-surfing in his Nike TN’s

Watching James Bond classics, Bank Holiday Weekend

He’s waiting for the contraband re-up

Relies on his supplier to hire the clientele

And make the high higher

No sign for him to retire, his bank balance on fire

He’s inspired by Avon Barksdale from The Wire

A criminal, a crook, a felon, a law-breaker

A get high maker, OD and a life taker

It’s time for the wake up call

An opportunity presents itself to take up all of the community

He gotta put his stake up tall, there’s no impunity

The big one and if he get caught, there’s no immunity

He steps back to think about it

Second thoughts and he’s doubting

That he can get away without prison and overcrowding

23-hour lock-down with a cell mate who got the runs

Pants drop-down

Peeling Oranges to hide a stench without a window

Inmates looking for ass, acting like flamingo’s

Waiting for some new meat so they can do they inside out thing

They wolf whistle, blow kisses, voguing and pouting

The guards acquiesce, dispensing with no less

Than a punch in the chest in the shower when fully dressed

This ain’t the kinda future he looking for

Some changes will need to be implemented before it gets dangerous

Cos turning your life around from carrying a knife around

Selling dope and killing your people

Ain’t nothing hype about kids born addicted

Being weaned off from morphine

Little Brothers acting like the older ones at fourteen

Survival, they thinking they invincible like Michael

But even Michael was a victim to the vicious cycle

Streets are bone idle, suicidal, homicidal

When you play yourself like one of the disciples, Judas