Like Son, Like Mother

I walk through the halls of
The school and it’s cool
To be known by many for my rapping ability
But what about the brothers who
Ain't got it like me?
Making money off the trade
You could say I had it made
Drugs are on the rise and
It's not a big surprise
You see no soul in a young brother's eyes
Trying to be hard by the streets
But the streets kinda hard
But here's another factor we wanna disregard
Black-on-black is a stab in my back
It really hurts my soul when
I hear about that