Ten Trey

Mama cooking had the block lit mrs ellis always thinking we outta pocket vs in that alley we was all with always ran it back cause failure just aint a option man those was the days but them nights was even realer walks to the fish market just to get a fill up other blocks was hot we managed not to get lit up if you couldn't roast boy you couldn't kick it with us see my block a lil different we ain't operate the same avoided handcuffs that wasn't how we was made made something outta nothing that was how we was raised 10441 made me a man about change you dont hear me tho
My block was full of praying mothers homies became brothers had to be Gods grace how we made it through summers from pistols to our head to barely getting bread it never made us fold it only made us men them backyard sessions they was low key a blessing creating beautiful music alleviated stressing my block taught lessons that professors couldn't teach tho we lost one we'll never be incomplete rip brother earl mama taylor we hurt too they took a son from you they took a brother from us too we trying to push through we don't know what to do hate that we lost a brother earl this is for you