Old Head's Dilemma

Yeah, old head in the game, still mindful, still dangerous

West Philly roots, you know the name, stayed faith in us

Listen close, this is real talk from the block

About the code, the struggle, and the hard stops

Walk through the streets where the shadows lurk

Stories of the past, yeah, they deep in the dirt

Steady B, Cool C, remember them? They the legends

Robbed a bank, took a shot, lost a brother, learned lessons

Young boys now don’t respect the code, they just reckless

Forget the history, ain't no respect for the elders

Tryna rewrite what was never broken, nah

Packing heat, murder the beat, we the real OGs, y'know?

Choices in the dark, what side to take?

Heckler or AK, Swiss cheese for the break?

Family or the game, what’s the move?

Old head tryna stay alive, stay true

Is it survival of the fittest or just the system?

Kids don’t understand, we tryna teach ’em

Hear the sirens, feel the pressure, see the pain?

In this life, it’s a gamble, play or stay sane

Youngin’, blood thicker than water, but they split

Ops with their own kin, calling shots, got no quit

Brother against brother, father in the mix

What’s an honest man to do when his family’s in the crisis?

Grew up in the struggle, learned the rules real tight

Respect the code, never fold, always fight right

But these streets so cold, hearts turn to ice

Big guns, short lives, pay the price

Choices in the dark, what side to take?

Heckler or AK, Swiss cheese for the break?

Family or the game, what’s the move?

Old head tryna stay alive, stay true

Is it survival of the fittest or just the system?

Kids don’t understand, we tryna teach ’em

Hear the sirens, feel the pressure, see the pain?

In this life, it’s a gamble, play or stay sane

What’s the future when the game’s so rigged?

Or is it just the streets that never switch?

Cops or young guns, everybody’s caught in the mix

Honest black man, tryna stay out the fix

But the streets don’t give mercy, they just take

Mama cried, daddy lied, it’s a constant ache

We the soldiers, but we fighting our own kind

Trying to see daylight, but we blind

So we stand, old heads with the plan

Passing the torch, doing all we can

In the city where the fallen lay

West Philly streets, we pray every day