First Hit on the Blocc

First hit the Blocc, memories run deep

Twelve years young, lessons to keep

Big cousin's watchful eyes, guiding my way

In the shop's upper room, where I used to stay

Outside, he’d whisper, "Watch ya back"

Taught me the game, stayed on the attack

From hustle to the grind, every step I take

Black rag on my side, no time to fake

Got it right sometimes, but lost some fights

Jailed in juvenile halls, days and lonely nights

CYA, the pen, memories in my mind

Hub and The DuBB, love so divine

Crip colors, running deep in my veins

Paid the price, felt the pain, still I remain

From the streets to the halls, I learned it all

Stand tall, never fall, answer the call

Southern California, my block, my pride

BG front line, always by my side

Remember when I first hit the Blocc, yeah

Lessons from the struggle, built my soul, yeah

From the hustle to the pain, I rise again

Crip love in my heart, through the rain and wind

Time in the pen, stories untold

Growing tough, staying bold

Cousin's name, echo in my mind

Forever deep, through the grind

Bringing it back, these tales of the block

From the top to the bottom, never stop

legacy in my blood, standing tall

Crip love, it’s my call