The Circumstance

Verse 1: (Childhood/Highschool)

This the story of a nigga trynna, focus, plan, was the oldest in his clan
Father left when younger, so momma raisin a man
Grindin hard, ain no sleep, so her children could eat
This nigga grew accustomed, to payless shoes on his feet
Still he meek, but aspire to be somethin unique
So his momma ain gon struggle, ensurin her ends meet
Plus he got two lil sisters, of whom he keep wallet pictures
Like cards of pocket scriptures, the mixture like an elixir
Fuel his drive, aggression, picked up early life teach u lessons
stress, work for progression, manifests, itself inception
Recollections affectin, his paradigms, his subjections
Truly an introspection, as he search for life direction
Contemplate the Smith and Wesson, Ruger, Mac 11
He grew up bein taught, live righteous, you'll go to heaven
Soon enough, he grow older, learn to bear it on his shoulders
Somethin heavy like boulders, life juss the game, he the controller
More over, he observe a, world thats gettin colder
while he up in high school, kickin it with his niggas and rollers
shorties, boppers, goers, but he keep grindin
like he makin morning cups of foldgers, it keep him goin like rovers
but he a soldier, face pressure, maintain composure
excessively never sober, cause stressin make him feel poorer
so the marijuana odor, strong with him like he yoda
but at times he still be spazzin, fizzin like shaken soda

Chorus x2:

This just the circumstance, Trynna make a come up
Hope the world give a glance, Even the slightest chance
Cause a nigga got dreams, Stressin out over dollars
Know he all about cream, (Get it) by any means

Verse 2: (College)

At last he graduated, fortunately college bound
Only one problem, he need loans to help him settle down
and by now, his fam is outta state, he on his own
adaptin to college life, lookin for girls to bone
but still his mental prone to zone and think of shit at home
which lead him back to thinkin, what happen if he start packin chrome?
try to stay focused, up on his education
but the fact that he half asian, attract, female caucasians
blazin, amazin, chronic and kush he slangin
(He) bangin, out papers for finals, trynna get As and
ways of criminal life done changed him, better or worse,
lookin in a rear view mirror, constantly feelin cursed
in too deep to reverse, without affectin his nerves
so he juss live a double life, (and) juggle that which come first
the thirst to fuckin succeed, cause he the last of his breed
and heed the need to feed his future, and provide for his seed
but he doin the best he can got like 8 or so connects, all with loud, out maryland
the cloud, terrapin, zooted up in his class
taking criminology, though technology was his craft
cause he doin the best he can got his fam he thinkin bout
when manuevers he make and plan, like shooters who scope they man,
fixated his sights locked gunnin for the top spot, occasionally gettin bop

Chorus x2:

This just the circumstance, Trynna make a come up
Hope the world give a glance, Even the slightest chance
Cause a nigga got dreams, Stressin out over dollars
Know he all about cream, (Get it) by any means

Verse 3: (Post-College)

His college years come to a close, he weigh the pros
knows, he subsequently made a come up, hope it shows
regardless, his momma glow, beam a smile ear to ear
lucked out, he got a job, up in that corporate life sphere
but he had to quit that hustlin life, now its slavin that nine to five
payin bills that arrive, tell me, can he survive?
(Off) 10% of his check? the rest is goin to sallie mae
them bitches got him in debt but what the fuck u expect
The system seemed opportunistic, it weed out the misfits
now he realize its really juss for those that have big chips
a quick fix, entail wig splits, crack sales, thru black males
pushin that product, on the block even past 12
residuals, he'd stack well, pack a hammer, hell
he'd blast, at mufuckas, shells, hollow tip, discreet
grippin his wesson, fire like a sargent type elite
who'd live and die by his heat
but then he think about his life,
what he worked, struggled, did, just to rise up, do it right
trynna make his momma proud, be the man his father wasnt
his character, his judgement, sole dependent upon the subject
he try to stay above it, doin the right thing
But consequences and circumstances push him to extremes
Certain he'll fulfill his dreams, juss a matter of time
This the audio chronicle of his journey thru my rhyme
Listen, u gonna find, decisions affect his path
he encounter situations, that similarly conrast
in this story of a nigga, whose future he trynna craft
there's an alter ego eager to get him there much more fast

The Circumstance

The Circumstance