Young Mac

Young mac he’s ill on the block he post Switching crack for them ends fat pockets boast Serving dope to tha hood with no more reguard true master in the art of turning soft to hard. “they ain’t nothing but dope fiends” that's what he said Justifying his reason to swap his soul for bread Life changed over time young macs got old No more work no more morals everything been sold Court system got his bread strike two and a half Fiends made it through the storm and look at him and laugh Went from stacking his ends to being broke as hell All he has to his name is a story to tell. Went from dope boy fresh to ole dude unknown Justified for the one that sold crack to his own. Michael F. Elliott Jr.