DESOLATE LAND

Taking a walk down the old block 

Made my mind spin 

Like a mean O crack fiend

With the burner in his hand

And the pipe glued to his lip

S**t was a mad trip 

Seeing that the hood remained the same

The hoodrats in the corner playing the same old game

Grabbing a niggaz nuts showing 'em some love

I made my way down the projects 

Also known as the jungles

Were large bundles of drugs 

Were dropped from windows

While crossing the street i noticed

Some unusal residue on the curve

It then hit me, their was where

I had my first fist fight 

Man it was a crazy night

S**t was haines, but it got me famous

I gained fame to my name

By smashing a niggaz skull on the curve

The f*****g nurve i had back in my day

I took a seat on the old beaten down bench

Man was it grungy

This was where i made my money

Where i met a cute little honey

Where i first got my dick wet

Not to brag but i wasn't even ten yet

My friends would always joke and say

"The only place you get your dick wet is in the shower"

(HAHA)

I also remember listening to the stereo here

When i first heard NAS drop ILLMATIC

S**t was fat, he was only 18

When he dropped that joint

I still remember the lyrics

Intro:

Straight out the dungeons of rap

Were fake niggaz dont make it back

I dont know how to start this s**t,

yo, now.

Verse

Rappers I monkey flip 'em with this funky rhythm

I be kickin musician, inflicin, composition of pain

I'm like scarface sniffing cocaine

Holding a M-16, see with the pen i'm extream,

Now bulletholes left in my peepholes

I'm suited up in street clothes 

Hand me the nine and i'll defeat foe's

(YOU GET IT)

It was pure, it was straight fire,

Setting ablaze the hood with mad street desire

Well, back to me sitting on the bench

Suddenly i see a younger me with a

Old box on his shoulder listening to BIG L (RIP)

HE was jamming to "Devils Son"

"A n***a hit me with a can of beer, then he

ran in fear later they found him hanging from a chandelier"

(DONT LISTEN TO SONG IF YOU ARE RELIGIOUS)

Later i was approched by two young catz

Looking like a pair of broken down rug ratz

N****s told me what the f**k i was doing their

I said nothing one of them looked at me funny

The n***a reached for his piece, his boy ran

I took his gat as quickly as that

S**t was cake this n***a is a p***y a*s fake

I fired two shoots he probably

gonna run home and tell his pops

I felt like screaming tell everyone

Renegade is back

I quickly ran too out of pure instinct

I wiped down the bisket and threw it in the bushes

I started walking, i then thought to myself

The game aint the same got younger n****s

Pulling triggers bringing fame to they name

I guess i was wrong about the block 

It aint all the same 

Its just a desolate land

Where everyone is trying to be the man