Fresh Out The Gate - West Coast Gangsta Rap

Описание: "Fresh Out (Same Concrete)"


A crew of homies step out after years inside, hit the block and find everything changed—corner stores turned to cafés, OGs pushed out to Moreno. As they walk, they carry the weight of the men they left behind: Big Mike doing life since the '80s, the cellie who got out and couldn't sleep, the elder who taught respect, the brother who learned to read for his daughter, the one who found God in a six by nine. The drug war lingers in the background—crack vs. powder, Ehrlichman's confession, a system built on lies. But this ain't a history lesson. It's a walk. Same concrete, different sun. Fresh out, but still standing.


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"Fresh Out (Same Concrete)"


Lyrics :


(Intro — spoken)

Four years, 11 months, some change.

They let us out the same day. Same time.

Same sun we ain't seen in half a decade.

They thought we'd come back hungry.

They right. But not for what they think.


(Verse 1 — The Crew Fresh Out)

First breath outside, no fence above my head

The homie fired up a square, I pulled instead

First stop, mama's spot—she ain't even know I'm out

She dropped the pan and started scream and shout

Roll through the old block, everything looked smaller

The corner store's a café, walls taller

Saw a youngin on the stoop, he mugged me strange

Said "The OGs moved to Moreno, ain't nobody stay the same."


(Chorus)

Fresh out the gate, same sun different weight

The block got cleaned up but it ain't feel great

Same concrete, different plates

We ain't here for the drama, just tryna find our place


(Verse 2 — The Drug War Backdrop)

My cellie told me late one night

"They started this war before we saw the light"

Nixon had a plan, two enemies in sight

The anti-war left and the Black man, that's right

Couldn't make us illegal, so they made drugs a crime

Powder got a slap, crack did the time

Five grams rock, five to ten

Five hundred powder out the door again

Ehrlichman admitted it after the fact

"We knew we was lying, but we needed to attack"


(Verse 3 — Big Mike)

I think about the old heads still doin' life

Big Mike, three decades, never saw parole

Taught me how to wait, how to breathe, how to pray

"Make it count out there, live for them that can't be heard today"


(Verse 4 — The Homie Who Can't Sleep)

One homie did twenty, got out and couldn't sleep

The silence was too loud, the quiet cut too deep

Missed the count at midnight, missed the morning light

Stood at the bus stop, watchin' cars pass by

"I don't know who I am on the outside"


(Verse 5 — Mental Health)

One cat, mental health been a war

Went in with a wound, came out with a scar

They don't fix you inside, they just lock you away

Then wonder why you come back in a year and a day


(Verse 6 — The Elder)

Elder in the block, sixty-eight years old

Doin' life since '85, story never told

Told me 'bout a cellie back in '93

Did eighteen years, got out, hung from a tree

"Sometimes the cage feel safer than the world out there"

Taught me respect costs nothing, that's the only code


(Verse 7 — The Brother Who Learned to Read)

One cat taught me how to read

Illiterate at thirty-two, wrote his daughter letters every week

He got out last year, saw her graduate school

Stood in the crowd and cried like a fool


(Verse 8 — The Homie Who Found God)

Another brother found God in a six by nine

Got out, started workin' with the youth in the hood

"Don't be nobody's fool, the game is rigged for good"


(Verse 9 — The Homie Who Got a Job)

The homie got a interview, 10 a.m.

" I tell 'em where I been"

He ain't ashamed. Did the time. Took the L.

Just wants a check that don't come from a cell

He got the job, been there six months now

Still jumpin' at loud noises, but he showin' up somehow


(Bridge)

I carry their names with me, etched behind my eyes

We walk for them now, on these streets that don't know us

Same concrete, different sun, the love still shows us


(Chorus)

Fresh out the gate, same sun different weight

The block got cleaned up but it ain't feel great

Same concrete, different plates

We ain't here for the drama, just tryna find our place


(Outro — spoken)

They asked us what we gonna do now.

I looked at the homies.

Just nodded.

Started walkin'.

Not runnin'.

Walkin'.


For Big Mike.

For the homie who couldn't sleep.

For the elder.

For the brother who learned to read.

For all of 'em.


We walkin'.


(Fade)

Fresh out… same concrete…