Crisis, Cortez - Hood PTSD Lyrics

First of the month on the bus up north
Got to get these packs off on the fifth got court
Just a shorty should've been playing ball on the court
Like Kobe got drafted early to a blood sport
Life in the Bronx
The land of the lost
Where gees bare arms tattoo their skin with psalms
Put ice on a cross
Ambitions of an underworld boss
Waltz with the devil like Michael and Hyman Roth
Got to pay the cost to play and hope you make it through the maze
From project hallways to the ave they let the metal spray
Everyday's a dice game
Gamble with your life
Get numb to the loss and pain
Hearts turn to ice
Serving dee and hard white
Lookouts holla when they see the dees
Stress on the brain
Burning trees is my therapy
Streets turn you to a soldier give you PTSD
Keep the safety off
Looking at everyone like enemies

Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
Had to grow up in these streets fast get my paper up
Learn to use a digi scale load the hammer up
Survival of the fittest living life dangerous

Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
Had to grow up in these streets fast get my paper up
Learn to use a digi scale load the hammer up
Survival of the fittest living life dangerous