small town thugging

Lyrics

intro
even demons need a prayer I Guess,so listen to my pain cuz my name not important but my story is

Verse 1]
Twelve years old, but the birth certificate is lying to the state
I was checking windows, locking doors, and carrying the weight
While the other kids were learning how to read and how to rhyme
I was learning how to dodge a case and how to serve the time
I remember Littlefield, the dust was choking out the sun
The director at the boot camp said he’d make me what I’ve become
He slammed me on the concrete, told me "boy, you ain’t a child"
The bruises on my ribs were proof the world was getting wild
Then the deputy, he caught me by the alley near the store
He slapped the taste out of my mouth and pinned me to the floor
He didn’t see a middle schooler crying for some peace
He saw a target for the law, a problem for the police
So I hardened up my heart and turned my feelings into stone
A man before my time, standing in the world alone.
​[Chorus]
It’s that small town thugging, dog eat dog, win or lose
Walking in a grown man’s world in a child’s shoes
The director left his mark, and the cop left his stain
Now I’m smoking on that loud just to quiet down the pain
Ready for the beef, I’m the shadow in the street
Littlefield is burning and I’m feeling all the heat
Twelve years on the clock but my soul is eighty-five
Just a problem child struggling to stay alive.
​[Verse 2]
They call it education, but my school was on the block
I learned to watch the shadows and I learned to watch the clock
See, the habit started early, just to numb the mental scars
Looking at the Texas sky but feeling all the bars
That director used his fists to try and break a spirit down
While the director of the choir sang to all the kids in town
The irony is heavy, yeah, the contrast is a sin
They hate the monster that they created from within
Now I’m leaning on the fence, blowing smoke into the air
The town is small enough to see that nobody will care
If I’m ready for the beef, it’s ‘cause the beef is all I know
Since that officer decided that his temper had to show
I was taught to be a soldier while they learned their ABCs
Now I’m navigating waters while they’re sailing on the seas.
​[Bridge]
It’s a soap opera drama, but the blood is real as dirt
Every puff of that green is a bandage for the hurt
From the boot camp floor to the back of the patrol
They tried to kill the boy and ended up with a cold soul.
​[Chorus]
It’s that small town thugging, dog eat dog, win or lose
Walking in a grown man’s world in a child’s shoes
The director left his mark, and the cop left his stain
Now I’m smoking on that loud just to quiet down the pain
Ready for the beef, I’m the shadow in the street
Littlefield is burning and I’m feeling all the heat
Twelve years on the clock but my soul is eighty-five
Just a problem child struggling to stay alive.
​[Outro]
Yeah.
From 806 to the grave.
Forced to be a man before I could even be a kid.
Littlefield... the fields are white, but the story’s dark.