Verbs - Neighborhood Lyrics

and then here lives my man clayborn
before he transferred in took a ride in the storm.
came from rich roots with everything he could have wanted
but for some reason, clayborn he didn’t want.
to pof his class and never played hooky
until one day he ate a bag of gangsta cookies.
messin with them guns for the street sensation
stealin cars, pullin home invasions.
he got caught for doin some filthy work
evidence, a shoe print cops found in the dirt.
his life rocked, print matched his shox
it was enough to send him up in the county cell spot.
now a guest of the state, looking back at his deeds
he decided crime life wasn’t fillin his needs.
like morgan in shawshank, clayborn found redemption.
got out the cuffs so that house then he moved in.