Evolution of the Stick Up Kid…
It’s been said original bias consisted of one word…
The template for the profile of a criminal … “BLACK”…
But there’s a new spin on the old…
We came in groups… moving in slow motion down dark streets…
Jeans, Tims, Sweats, Hoodies…
On corners… in front of stores… shadowed in doorways …
Solitary… predatory… and in silence…
No, I’m not interested in any convo…
Pants down low, head down low, hood up, eyes… everywhere…
The uniform of a ghost…
These are my streets… my block… my hood…
They’ve written songs about me…
They made movies about me…
My exploits, passed around as stories of legend…
Pants down low, head down low, hood up, eyes… everywhere…
The uniform of a ghost…
I light up… move weight… always strapped…
Suddenly I am popular… copied from my line up to my boots…
My actions, glorified… vilified… glorified… vilified…
I listen to my description over and over on the radio…
Watch my mirror image blinged out in music videos…
Pants down low, head down low, hood up, eyes… everywhere…
The uniform of a ghost…
Once associated with team spirit, sports memorabilia or just plain casual…
The monster moms warned you about…
The creature in the dark…
Mind set on your purse, your wallet… and whatever else…
Yeah… I’m a hot commodity…
Pants down low, head down low, hood up, eyes… everywhere…
The uniform of a ghost…
In school… the mall…hanging out … or playing ball…
I am popular… copied from my line up to my boots…
My actions, glorified… vilified… glorified… vilified…
Your unsuspecting sons leave home… looking like me…
Pants down low, head down low, hood up, eyes… everywhere…
The uniform of a ghost…
It’s been said original bias consisted of one word…
The template for the profile of a criminal … “BLACK”…
But there’s a new spin on the old…
ME…
– NovaCSA