Fleming Street
Locksmith Lyrics

You know regardless of all the bull shit it still made me who I am. Yo...
Despite everything I've been through, it has shaped me into the person I am today.

How do I fix my mouth to say I'm sorry
I struggle with apologizing.

And all we saw was the flashing lights
We witnessed a tragic event.

The tire marks, the body parts by the traffic lights
The aftermath of a fatal accident.

The sweat from his mothers brow
The intense emotional strain on the victim's mother.

The sense of disbelief and all the grief that you suffered to lose your oldest child
The unimaginable pain of losing a child.

The stone walls and the phone calls of pity
The isolation and condolences from others after a tragedy.

The faux pas and the four walls that fall on the city
The aftermath of a disaster that affects the entire community.

The flocks of family members that send your their best regards
The overwhelming support and sympathy from loved ones.

And the faith you can't escape and that got you questioning god
The internal conflict of questioning one's faith after a tragedy.

Like.how do we find ourselves here
How did we end up in this situation?

What do we represent for
What is our purpose or meaning in life?

How do we wipe the slate clear
How do we start anew and move on?

What do we do to ensure
What steps do we take to prevent future tragedies?

That in stores are bit more a torment or resent for
The trauma and pain that will always be associated with a certain location.

How do you look the dudes in the face
How do you confront those responsible for a tragedy?

The bullets were probably meant for
The realization that the victim was likely targeted.

Mentors are useless, the police are spiteful
A lack of guidance or support from authority figures.

One less stress about, they sentiments delightful
The relief of one less worry, but the guilt of feeling happy.

A pipe full of candy that comes in handy how niggas eat
The harsh realities of survival and making ends meet.

More than just me rappin it's really happenin' on fleming street
The tragic events that occur on Fleming street.

This where the killers meet, this where the dealers beat
A location where violence and drug activity occur.

More than nigga scrappin, they really clappin to fucking eat
Violence is a means of survival in this community.

You ain't gotta listen, you ain't me gotta know me
You don't have to understand my experiences to accept me.

This is how it's been how it always gonna be
The cyclical nature of violence and tragedy in this community.

This is how it is it's forever gonna be
The acceptance that this community will always face these issues.

And I overheard the screams from the front room was listening by the hallway
The traumatic experience of witnessing a violent argument.

An argument to determine where we would all stay
A family conflict over where to live.

My mother wants to leave the hood she said it's all to blame
A desire to escape the violence and poverty of the neighborhood.

My father wants to stay 'cause he's not accustomed to change
A resistance to change and a desire to stay within one's comfort zone.

We need time to save and you're always ready to spend
A financial conflict within the family.

She said, what about your son, what if something happens to him, huh?
A parental concern for their child's safety.

Could you forgive yourself just knowing what was lacking
The guilt of not being able to provide a safe environment for one's child.

That's all she needed to say, the next day we started packing
The catalyst for change and moving to a safer environment.

Packing up our sorrows, packing up a car load
The emotional and physical process of moving.

Packing up our yesterdays and looking towards tomorrow
The hope and optimism for a better future.

And although I'm grown it stil hurts and it shows
The lasting effects of trauma.

I can never turn my back it's the only home that I know so.
The emotional attachment to one's hometown despite its issues.

What's happenin' lil cuz, I'm still in deep shock
The shock and grief over a loved one's death.

We came a long way from playing by that green box
The nostalgia of childhood memories with the deceased.

You left us all but your spirit still on Fleming street
The memory of the deceased still lives on in the community.

This where the killers meet, this where the dealers beat
The location of a violent and dangerous community.

More than niggas rappin it's really happenin' on fleming street
The reality of the violence and tragedy that occurs on Fleming street.