Hard Concrete Lyrics - The Coup

While growin' up in the ghetto my time went fast 

See, I be stealin' from the grown-ups, runnin' from the tasks 

As I dash through the grass everyday skippin' class 

My daddy don't be trippin', so you can kiss my ass 

Pass the doobie-doo on the left hand side 

Only 9 years old gettin' high, gettin' high 

I wonder why my teacher's sweatin' me, I did my history 

It don't relate to me, my GPA 1.3 

See, I remember places, them names, streets, dates 

Anybody rollin' with stolen license plates 

But if that flake out-of-date shit wasn't in my way 

Ask me anything or where I'm from, I bet I get an A 

Minus, in math I am the finest 

Countin' mail faster than you can say yo highness 

Don't come at me with dryness 'cause I know the definition 

Of any slang word, so what's that synonym you're wishin'? 

I want to be a lawyer, accuse a liar like LaToya 

So I'm droppin' the fourth grade, slingin' lemonade 

I am my own keeper, a young overachiever 

Ten cents a cup, I'mma have to leave that shit to Beaver 

Now I lay me down to sleep 'cause I can't eat my noodles right 

Dead bodies every other night be fuckin' up the appetite 

Tragedy is an everyday thing, put on a video game 

Sip some Tang if I can't stand the pain 

Give me the knowledge from the street, now watch me learn it 

I went to get a job, but too young for a work permit 

Don't come my way (fool), I might just have to gaffle you 

They say we growin' up fast, but we just dyin' faster 

(Always strapped and eager to peel a cap) 

(Slammed the child on the hard concrete) 

(Always strapped and eager to peel a cap) 

(Slammed the child on the hard concrete) 

(Always strapped and eager to peel a cap) 

(Slammed the child on the hard concrete) 

(Always strapped and eager to peel a cap) 

(Slammed the child on the hard concrete) 

Well it's June 17th, it couldn't have came to me no quicker 

11 years old, my chest a little thicker 

How you figure my life is gon' be bigger and better 

When that path I'mm rollin' on is similar to that crooked letter? 

Once I get a better view, check out the avenue 

It's drug infested, planted there just for me to be tested 

On the hard concrete, now it's three years later 

Can't fuck with little league, pops be up stackin that refrigerator 

8 o'clock I see Shirley down the block in a bucket 

She stepped to the back, that's when I stuck it, fuck it 

My first piece of butt, it was just my luck 

'Cause 9 months later at my door she showed up 

Damn, I was stuck, reminiscin' in my seat 

I just turned 16, but to me it's not sweet, peep 

No edumaction, this combination of ghetto life is a strain 

Pass the Bengay cream, 18 lookin' old as Don King 

Indo in my brain keep askin' me 

How many years is it until my life expectancy? 

Well let's see, another three done ticked away 

And now that hustlin' game's a part of me everyday 

My life is on the line, fool, you can catch my fist 

'Cause any other place can be a better place than this 

I'm now dismissed, my body hit the concrete 

The bullet had no name as it was introduced to me 

The next morning headline front page 

Young Man Shot, Cause of Death: Old Age 

(Always strapped and eager to peel a cap) 

(Slammed the child on the hard concrete) 

(Always strapped and eager to peel a cap) 

(Slammed the child on the hard concrete) 

(Always strapped and eager to peel a cap) 

(Slammed the child on the hard concrete) 

(Always strapped and eager to peel a cap) 

(Slammed the child on the hard concrete)