No Blemishes

(That was nuts) peace of mind, these days
That's peace
Peace of mind, these
Peace of mind, these days
Peace of mind, these

I still can hear my gaga tellin' me that
I need to be home before dinner time
Or the principal callin' my name over the intercom
Weighin' up on my Digimon, I got them yings poppin'
Still can hear my screen swingin' open when my fiend knockin'
Can hear them shots goin' off, whizzin' past my head
Or the sound of the impact when I crashed my sled
Can hear my pops tellin' me he ain't got bail fare
He ain't gon' pay to bury me or push a nigga wheelchair
'Member my sister Ari callin' me a crybaby
No matter what happen to me, I know she got Jamie
Can hear my cousin Smiley screamin', "6 Mile YBS"
Can hear my uncle Keeper tellin' me, "You got it, neph'"
Always runnin' from the police, I had to park the Monte
Can hear them sirens in my ear from like two cars behind me
Can hear that glass shatter right before it hit his temple
Still can hear that old lady screamin' out her kitchen window

Got the most vividest, vaguest of images
On my resume, it ain't no stains or no blemishes
You can't put no smut on my name when you mention it
The gang I'm in, you just can't claim without no membership
Been in this shit since I was eight, long live my nigga Brett
All this shit did was brought me pain and stole my innocence
Can't put too much cut on the X, that shit be hit-or-miss
Last grade I completed was the eighth, ain't been suspended since

All the crime, never did a stint
Should've went with my first mind, we end up gettin' flicked
Mergin' between them blurred lines with a brick of fent
Remind me of the first time a nigga went to Flint
I still can see them state troops and them speed traps
Stash full of blues, pourin' the juice thick as beeswax
I still remember last thing my nigga Slick told me
Same nigga I feed'll be the same nigga that snitch on me
I can't recall how all this Creature shit had came about
Like, yeah, I broke the law, but that ain't shit to be ashamed about
Miss hearin' Ms. Karen tell me it's never too much
Still feel my skin crawlin' watchin' my granny shoot up
My first Cartis came from off the Boston baked beans
I miss the look on shorty face off the eighteen
Still got one foot in, one foot out, it's like a jab step
Sick I had to watch my nigga Joey take his last breath

Got the most vividest, vaguest of images
On my resume, it ain't no stains or no blemishes
You can't put no smut on my name when you mention it
The gang I'm in, you just can't claim without no membership
Been in this shit since I was eight, long live my nigga Brett
All this shit did was brought me pain and stole my innocence
Can't put too much cut on the X, that shit be hit-or-miss
Last grade I completed was the eighth, ain't been suspended since

Let's get it
Goin' to school with too much money got my son suspended
Goin' to school with too much money