Mickey Factz - Detroit Red lyrics

[Intro] What they call you? Red. Red and I ain't no punk [Hook] Detroit red, my name is Detroit red Detroit red, my name is Detroit red Detroit red, my name is Detroit red [Verse 1] Grew up in the world full of thieves, son of Earl and Louise Yearning for greed, I was working for me My Pops died on the train tracks Whites left em laid flat Cause my Momma fell in love with a man with a shade black Probably got his brain cracked, scared as a little kid Thought about law school, but that's not what n***as did Cracka a** teacher thought carpentry was what it is Still smarter than them little ba*tards, I was a wiz My hair was red, no kind of coloring All natural, tried to be the black Ed Sullivan Moved in with Ella, I was clubbing it Shining shoes suffering, so I started hustling Train job, wasn't cutting it I couldn't f** with it Serving white people wasn't me I had enough of it Fell in love with Harlem, cool cats not squares Old country boys in green suits and conked hair I got drunk, smoked weed, ran numbers Give me some skin daddio, I was a bad brother Kalamazoo had my mother in the padded gutter She went crazy when that man dumped her Black hustler, turned down the army being in the packed bunker Dreams of a Cadillac bumper, I was a gat s**er Used to run packaged errands Thinking back, I blame it all on my lack of parents Midwest boy in Harlem with a whack appearance Gambling pennies and tips into racketeering Hanging out uptown, Sammy master pimpin' Red fox cleaning kitchens he was stacking dishes Man listen, I got fired from smalls I had to prove a point Selling reefers using joints, everybody knew Detroit [Hook] [Verse 2] Man, I was on the cops hit list, never sent list Was senseless, moved to 110th I still sell sticks Drop offs because I had the pigs searching my [?] This was way before Bill Russell was on the Celtics Reefer money moved slow, started doing stick ups Cocaine I had to sniff [?] to cure the hiccups Had to pick the four fifth up without a mix up Sammy tried to k** me because I smacked his b**h up Kept gambling strongly [?] numbering, getting paid from Archie The west Indian man with good memory He'll k** you in a heartbeat Left Harlem because he tried to spark me, wrongly Got back to Boston, and me and shorty was rocking Sophia and the sister was down and we started plotting Brought another guy named Rudy into the projects Had to set him straight so we knew that was a problem Wasn't afraid to die, started willin' Emptied out my gun with the bullets I had inside it Silence, it covered the room, I had it quiet Put a slug back in the gun like a deposit Let the cylinder spin then put it to my noggin Popped it, nothing came out I started smiling Did it again, they was astonished But little did they know I had the bullet in my pocket Then we started robbing, handbags and j**elry boxes Going into the houses, sneakier than the mouse gets Money out of wallets, clothes out of closets Even when they snored lifted up arms and took watches Did it for a while, until sh** got obnoxious Door started knocking, we got caught by the copers Judge gave me 10, but not because of my chargers But cuz Sophia and the sister looked like his daughters 2 year crime turned into a dime cuz of racism I hate prison cuz I see it as a slave system It's all good, should be painless, shameless As long as Boston and Harlem know what my name is [Hook] [Outro from Spike Lee's 'Malcolm X' & The Documentary 'Park Ave']