Based on a True Story

Imagine these streets without savagery
Could never be beef without tragedies
Could never be sleep without agony
I close my eyes and see catastrophes
Violently splashed words on this canvas
That's nothin' short of a masterpiece
Stuff the four in my jacket sleeve
Then head out
Go see my nigga Shawn, he was fresh out
He told me, "Ran, you the best out"
That's right before crazy Rick
Pulled his TEC out shots was fired
Shawn hit the pavement he squeezed my
Hand as he bled out
Dark figures in hooded silhouettes
Keep my pillows wet
His widow's left with two little soldiers
I wish those kiddos best
Now I'm down state doin' two
To five for a shootin', i
Probably did a couple months back when
I was a ruthless guy
Scrutinized, then crucified, who decides?
We gon' keep hangin' long as
That noose is high, who survives?
Mother of two, she committed suicide
The truth is I
Blame myself 'cause I kinda knew the vibe
Look me right in my pupil
Eye, was stupid high, confusin' lies
Told her my pistol jammed
That's my foolish pride
She returned with a few replies
"Ran, you not that same killer
That's just what you described"
It's all over

Imagine a war with no casualties
Could never be flaws without shallow knees
I transfer this pain through piano
Keys and slow guitar riffs
Music that planted seeds
Pray that my auntie pull through
From that damn disease
Meanwhile, this crew out in Philly
Who's out to kill me 5K from Mexican
(rob)? make most of my family grieve
Contracts by killers with tatted faces
I'm that abrasive
Got visions of sneakers with
Blood splatted laces
I'ma probably die on these wretched corners
'cause death is on us
Affidavit's, you added statements
Now no one's left to mourn us
Death got it's hooks in me
Don't stress the chorus
You want the streets
Then I'm the best thesaurus shit is over