My my i ask myself why, why do most of these days end in a sigh

Its a constant question i ask my at night

The day end quicker around this time of year, so at night there's nothing you can really hear

But as usual there's always tons you can can't help it but fear,

You're walking home at night and notice another force has marked a street name on the wall,

 and you stall cause you know it isn't from around here 

 here is this, this is here

this is the k-town side of town and that graff was certantlly not there yesterday waiting to be found

 but that same day it gets coverd up in brown paint, and made to look as if it were chocolate milk

But chocolate milk is good, you see

Well, not in this school, but it should be, and i know you can relate to me

cause i wish we had a much more better lunch with the nutrients that we actually need 

to help us keep our knees young, and help us run from the punks and feds

 like the time your homeboy got struck in his face in front of his place, courtesy by the feds

 But i of course say this for the ones whom decide to shave their heads,

 and for the ones whom truly use the paint as their meds.

 But man it looks really sad and bad for the town, but i guess it ties in with the Hollow sound

 From houses to store fronts to school to churches to park benches

 and stores with essentials and youth with potential to play ball,

 the walls are covered in brown everywhere you turn around 

making our little village town look hollow and Milk-E

 but low key smokin' is makin' iS really fucking difficult to follow your dreams,

  so can't you see that little village isn't really what it used to be for me for you to me to you,

 and i know in some way its hurting you too so i set a bet of a trillion

 cause most parents would rather spend a day inside watching a television set,

 cause they come home tired from work with bills to meet and meat to give, 

to help expand your roots but yet some of the youth don't even speak to the father,

 but yet he still provides the heat to the water, and YET with bills to meet, they work so fucking hard to keep that MOFO swag on your feet, to walk happily and get comments like "ahaa they neat"

 So does it really matter if they give you a little bit of heat?

 In other words, take a seat and enjoy the meat while you can because you never know when they just might turn into sand and blast you away like you didn't even matter and you won't even be flattered, but instead just kinda poor wishing you had just a little bit more and doing a rich man's previous chore.. 

And all because you decided to roll with homies that didn't bother to tell you they were gonna rob a store? man fuck that i rather drown at the shore 

than be stuck in a nighmare that just doesn't seem fair, FAIR, HA FAR,

 but in this case, no one really does care, but they do care on what you say and what you wear,

 SO lets get on the same page on this minimum wage,

 cause in this environment you better be plannin' on having a good retirement fund cause no one can afford to job hunt at that age on the yellow page cause you're gonna feel like an animal trapped in a cage

 and constantly remind yourself that one one is an immortal or a mage at that age, SO MY MY i ask myself why

 MY MY WHY DO MOST OF THESE DAYS END IN A SIGH..

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