Polo G – Bloody Canvas

Polo G – Bloody Canvas Lyrics

Artist: Polo G
Song: Bloody Canvas

Head’s burnin’, wasn’t told
To leave, the world is burning down
Never had no help from anyone (I’m Harry, Harry Potter)
Uh, let me tell you ’bout a young n#gg#, he was only fourteen

Don’t f#ck with n#gg#s, he stay social distanced like he quarantined
Went from NBA to tourin’ dreams
And a street legend in between
That’s when prayers made him hit his knees

See, he was born Cabrini-era back in ’99
On Chicago North Side, where the news reportin’ live
He can’t help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block
And his parents had him young, they ain’t really have a lot

Seen his daddy gang bangin’, one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
“Use that b#tch to protect your family,” that’s what he told him
A empty clip, he grabbed the gun and practiced what he showed him

And his family hood famous, pop out, everybody know him
And his people stuck for him so he won’t let nobody ho him
Uncle’s tellin’ street stories, sh#t intriguin’ like a poem
Sayin’ sh#t like he’d put it to they neck if anybody owe him

All through his childhood, he was bad, but innocent
Playin’ basketball with his homies, runnin’ scrimmages
This who he cracked jokes, made a bond, and got suspended with
And when they saw the opps, they fist-fought to settle differences

‘Til one day, the opps, they got tired of gettin’ beat up
They big homies gave ’em guns like, “Man, go and light they street up”
They puttin’ hoodies on, all black, loadin’ heat up
Adrenaline pumpin’, now, they can’t wait until they see us

Normal day on the block, it was fun and all smiles
But his best friend Jacob wandered off from the crowd
Took a walk to the store, headphones bangin’ loud
Then his opps bent the corner, he ain’t see ’em come around

When he looked up at the car, that’s when them shots went, “Baow”
Blood oozin’ with his back on the ground
Vision blurry, heartbeat slowin’ down
Blood comin’ out his mouth, feel like he startin’ to drown

Tires screechin’, last thing he heard was that sound
“Jacob just got shot,” that’s what a lady screamed
Now everybody out of breath, runnin’ to the scene
Seein’ Jacob on the floor, that was some sh#t they couldn’t believe

His eyes rolling back, his auntie trying to tell him, “Breathe”
Died ‘fore the paramedics came, she cryin’, “Baby, please”
Ain’t even get to graduate ’cause he was only seventeen
Shorty cried all night, wishin’ that sh#t was just a dream

‘Til that pain turned into anger, time to make a n#gg# bleed
f#ck, man
This n#gg# just took my best friend
And I, I can’t go for that sh#t

It got me f#cked up
And by the way, his name was Terrence, but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good at hawkin’ n#gg#s down, he got long legs

Now he’ll go and kill anybody that he want dead
They heard he caught his first body and that word spread
And he know how quick karma come around, but he wasn’t scared
Sacrificed his soul in them streets like Illuminati

Now sellin’ drugs and shootin’ n#gg#s, them his only hobbies
Big driller now, he the one to call and go and catch a homi’
Got the lo’ on the n#gg# who killed his dawg, he want his second body
A lightskinned heavy-set n#gg# named Rodney

Say, “He be out the west, off the Xans, movin’ real sloppy”
Yo, what’s the word?
Man, you won’t believe who I found out the n#gg# who killed Jacob
It was the lil’ n#gg#, Rodney

He be hangin’ out up at the gas station on Pulaski, trying to make some money, n#gg# always out his mind
Oh, yeah?
Bet, say no more
Ced pulled up to the lo’, lights off, it’s like one o’clock

Grippin’ on the silver Smith & Wesson with like thirty shots
He ain’t gotta put one in the head, it’s already cocked
Rodney got his back turned, he trying to sell his last rock
Ced hopped out the car, he ready to erase

Rodney heard him comin’, he gon’ run before he let him fade him
It’s like a demon in them cousins, eyes red while he chase him
Rodney havin’ some with regrets, now he just hopin’ God save him
Shots to the leg, hollow tips ate him

Fell to the ground like his shoes, he ain’t lace ’em
Ced walked up, stood over him like, “p#ss#, this for Jacob”
Gave him four shots to the stomach, then he faced him
Ced runnin’ to his car, Rodney bleedin’ on the pavement

He had untied his hoodie and they seen that on surveillance
Tryna match him to the footage, the police investigatin’
Plus they had his picture on the wall at the station
A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house

Couldn’t afford a lawyer in the county, fighting drama now
Said, “f#ck it, takin’ it to trial”, he ain’t coppin’ out
Judge gave him forty-nine years, now that’s a lot to count
Now, prosecutors were asking for the judge to lock him up for up to twenty-five years

The judge gave him twenty-eight
Smith had the last word
Again, he was sentenced to twenty-eight years in prison
He has thirty days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you
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From the album:
Hall of Fame [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021