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(grrr) (talk to 'em)
Both hands! (both!) One fold, one fist! (fist!)
Granny taught the first one, the yard taught this
Both hands! (both!) Don't get it twisted! (nah!)
I was raised right. I was also raised in it.
Left hand open! (open!) Right hand closed! (closed!)
You pick which one. That's how it goes.
Third pew from the back, Mount Olive, that was ours
Usher gloves on my granny, white as flour
She'd pinch me when I nodded, peppermint for after
Same hand signed me out of juvie. Wasn't no laughter. (none)
Fourteen, first time that I heard a door lock from the wrong side
Learned to sleep light, learned to eat fast, learned my strong side
C.O. said "you'll be back." I said "probably." He was right.
Second time I did it standin'. Third time I learned to write.
Every letter started "Granny, I'm okay." I was not.
She wrote back "I know you lyin'. Eat. And read the book I brought."
Both hands! (both!) One fold, one fist! (fist!)
Granny taught the first one, the yard taught this
Both hands! (both!) Don't get it twisted! (nah!)
I was raised right. I was also raised in it.
Came home to a casket and a key to her apartment
Plastic on the couch still. Her book open where she marked it
One line underlined in pencil, twice, so hard it tore
I read it with a pistol on the table. Then I read it more. (that's me)
I ain't gon' lie and tell you that I put it down that night
I put it in a shoebox. Took a year to get that right.
Now I run a movin' truck with two dudes off my tier
We carry your mama's china like it's hers. 'Cause she was here.
So if you see me bow my head before I eat, don't laugh
And if you see the other hand ball up, you did the math.
Left hand... (open)
Right hand... (closed)
She still watchin' me.
(BOTH HANDS!)
Both hands! (both!) One fold, one fist! (fist!)
Granny taught the first one, the yard taught this
Both hands! (both!) Don't get it twisted! (nah!)
I was raised right. I was also raised in it.
Left hand open! (open!) Right hand closed! (closed!)
I'm tryna keep it open. Help me keep it closed.
Grew up between the church pew and the prison yard. One minute he's talking to God, next minute he's at war. The most honest rapper alive because he hides nothing. He growls the prayer and the threat in the same breath.