Parakhan – Genealogy (2020)

Parakhan – Genealogy

My grandfather, he got shot in the chest
.45 pistol whipped, they tried to put him to rest
He kept the bullet by his bed, wrapped in flesh
Shooter sought Diana Ross, witness request
My uncle Ulysses, he demolished a whip
He came to, refused help, just wanted to dip
He wasn’t down with the cops and that doctor shit
A few hours later, took that final trip
My uncle Clarence liked to prowl for goods
Dogs caught him in a heist, another day in the hood
Sixteen robberies inside a thirty day span
He got it how he got it, face the bid like a man
My Uncle Charlie, car thief like a pro
Was out racing one night when he lost control
He rolled at high speed, took out 10 poles
They found his body in the back, just minus his soul
My projects neighbor, sprayed with a shottie
We grabbed her baby, cops came, found her body
My daddy RedEye, he got shot in the eye
That’s why they call him RedEye…