Polo G - Bloody Canvas Lyrics
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    Bloody Canvas

    [Intro]
    Head's burnin', wasn't told
    To leave,
    the world is burning down
    Never had no help
    from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)

    [Verse 1]
    Uh, let me tell you 'bout a young nigga, he was only fourteen
    Don't fuck with niggas, he stay social distanced like he quarantined
    Went from NBA to torn dreams
    And a street legend in between
    That's when prayers made him hit his knees
    See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99
    On Chicago North Side, where the news reportin' live
    He can't help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block
    And his parents had him young, they ain't really have a lot
    Seen his daddy gang bangin', one day, he might take his spot
    Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
    "Use that bitch to protect your family," that's what he told him
    A empty clip, he grabbed the gun and practiced what he showed him
    And his family hood famous, pop out, everybody know him
    And his people stuck for him so he won't let nobody ho him
    Uncle's tellin' street stories, shit intriguin' like a poem
    Sayin' shit like he'd put it to they neck if anybody owe him
    All through his childhood, he was bad, but innocent
    Playin' basketball with his homies, runnin' scrimmages
    This who he cracked jokes, made a bond, and got suspended with
    And when they saw the opps, they fist-fought to settle differences
    'Til one day, the opps, they got tired of gettin' beat up
    They big homies gave 'em guns like, "Man, go and light they street up"
    They puttin' hoodies on, all black, loadin' heat up
    Adrenaline pumpin', now, they can't wait until they see us
    Normal day on the block, it was fun and all smiles
    But his best friend Jacob wandered off from the crowd
    Took a walk to the store, headphones bangin' loud
    Then his opps bent the corner, he ain't see 'em come around
    When he looked up at the car, that's when them shots went, "Baow"
    Blood oozin' with his back on the ground
    Vision blurry, heartbeat slowin' down
    Blood comin' out his mouth, feel like he startin' to drown
    Tires screechin', last thing he heard was that sound
    "Jacob just got shot," that's what a lady screamed
    Now everybody out of breath, runnin' to the scene
    Seein' Jacob on the floor, that was some shit they couldn't believe
    His eyes rolling back, his auntie trying to tell him, "Breathe"
    Died 'fore the paramedics came, she cryin', "Baby, please"
    Ain't even get to graduate 'cause he was only seventeen
    Shorty cried all night, wishin' that shit was just a dream
    'Til that pain turned into anger, time to make a nigga bleed

    [Interlude]
    Fuck, man
    This nigga just took my best friend
    And I, I can't go for that shit
    It got me fucked up

    [Verse 2]
    And by the way, his name was Terrence, but they called him Sed
    Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
    Six-two, he good at hawkin' niggas down, he got long legs
    Now he'll go and kill anybody that he want dead
    They heard he caught his first body and that word spread
    And he know how quick karma come around, but he wasn't scared
    Sacrificed his soul in them streets like Illuminati
    Now sellin' drugs and shootin' niggas, them his only hobbies
    Big driller now, he the one to call and go and catch a homi'
    Got the lo' on the nigga who killed his dawg, he want his second body
    A lightskinned heavy-set nigga named Rodney
    Say, "He be out the west, off the Xans, movin' real sloppy"

    [Interlude]
    Yo, what's the word?
    Man, you won't believe who I found out the nigga who killed Jacob
    It was the lil' nigga, Rodney
    He be hangin' out up at the gas station on Pulaski, trying to make some money, nigga always out his mind

    Oh, yeah?
    Bet, say no more

    [Verse 3]
    Sed pulled up to the lo', lights off, it's like one o'clock
    Grippin' on the silver Smith & Wesson with like thirty shots
    He ain't gotta put one in the head, it's already cocked
    Rodney got his back turned, he trying to sell his last rock
    Sed hopped out the car, he ready to erase him
    Rodney heard him comin', he gon' run before he let him fade him
    It's like a demon in him 'cause his eyes red while he chase him
    Rodney havin' some with regrets, now he just hopin' God save him
    Shots to the leg, hollow tips ate him
    Fell to the ground like his shoes, he ain't lace 'em
    Sed walked up, stood over him like, "Pussy, this for Jacob"
    Gave him four shots to the stomach, then he faced him
    Sed runnin' to his car, Rodney bleedin' on the pavement
    He had untied his hoodie and they seen that on surveillance
    Tryna match him to the footage, the police investigatin'
    Plus they had his picture on the wall at the station
    A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house
    Couldn't afford a lawyer in the county, fighting drama now
    Said, "Fuck it, takin' it to trial", he ain't coppin' out
    Judge gave him forty-nine years, now that's a lot to count

    [Outro]
    Now, prosecutors were asking for the judge to lock him up for up to twenty-five years
    The judge gave him twenty-eight
    Smith had the last word

    Again, he was sentenced to twenty-eight years in prison
    He has thirty days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you

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