[Intro]
Yo, it’s the ghetto, where the streets don’t play fair,
Watts, California—justice? Ain’t none there.
Young Caine in the mix, scrapin’ through the grime,
Life a crooked ladder, feels like doin’ time.
[Verse 1]
Let me paint the scene, concrete cracks and pain,
Caine’s mama chasin’ clouds, daddy locked in chains.
Raised by the wolves, where the strong claim the weak,
O-Dog, his shadow, wild with a heat-seeking streak.
Harold, the OG, droppin’ wisdom like seeds,
But the streets scream louder—hunger drowns the creed.
Liquor store lights flicker, cops patrol the block,
System’s gears grind slow, designed to keep him locked.
“Menace” in their eyes—that’s the script they wrote,
Survival’s a sin when you’re born without a coat.
[Hook]
This the story of a soul caught in the grind,
Feet stuck in quick sand, dreams left behind.
From the bottom’s belly to a cell’s cold rhyme,
World turns its back—claims it’s “just a matter of time.”
“Menace to society”—that’s the label they spray,
But we’re just breathin’ ash, tryna see a new day.
[Verse 2]
Caine and O-Dog, trigger-itchin’ hands,
Kabu’s Bible verses crash like waves on sand.
Greed’s a fever—pulses hot, minds blind,
One wrong move, and blood stains the concrete shrine.
Pops said, “Choose your road—heaven or the grave,”
But when hope’s a rumor, rage writes your name.
Money’s a mirage, power’s a fleeting high,
Consequences knock—ain’t no place to hide.
Jail bars or graves, it’s the same old song,
Caine clutchin’ regrets—where did he go wrong?
[Hook]
This the story of a soul caught in the grind,
Feet stuck in quick sand, dreams left behind.
From the bottom’s belly to a cell’s cold rhyme,
World turns its back—claims it’s “just a matter of time.”
“Menace to society”—that’s the label they spray,
But we’re just breathin’ ash, tryna see a new day.
[Verse 3]
Now Caine’s got a son—ghost in his veins,
Trapped in the cycle, repeats the same game.
Pride left him hollow, life humbled his crown,
Regret’s a slow poison—truth sinks in now.
“Break the wheel,” he whispers, voice raw with shame,
But the system’s a hydra—choppin’ heads just breeds pain.
From the block to the casket, it’s a script they sell,
Freedom’s just a word when you’re born in a cell.
[Bridge]
Redemption’s a ghost—haunts but never stays,
Streets hum lullabies, pull him back to the maze.
Demons in his rearview, future’s a flickerin’ light,
Caine’s pen scribbles, “Fight the fight, kid. Fight.”
[Outro]
So here’s the anthem of a life cut too thin,
Watts still whispers his name through the sirens and wind.
“Menace” on his tombstone—the lie they defend,
But the real crime’s a world that steals light from the end.
Rest easy, Caine—your truth cuts like steel,
The struggle’s immortal, but love? That’s still real.
MaryJane420
