just spittin a little knowlegde bout how some situations can get.
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Story behind the song
Jus' kinda flowed along with the beat, then my bredrin was naggin' my ass to do summin.
Lyrics
Title: Life
Beat: Black out Prod - Real Life
I don't wanna return back to my dark days//
where every hallway was filled wit haze//
just to chill out, niggaz had to blaze//
no I don't wanna return to those days//
I don't wanna have to stop writing to grab my gun//
run outside to eliminate some mothers son//
knowing that I coulda been him on a bad day//
but that's life for those who get no pay//
stuck in the hood, can't afford a suit//
they wont hire niggaz that's livin' wit prostitutes//
all I had was crime, finger nails covered in grime//
I wanted to make a life of rhyme//
but the path wasn't mine//
instead I had to struggle through time//
rush from cops, choke on dymes//
hospitalized, fatal wounds tryin to take my life//
visions of heaven escape my eyes//
livin in hell, surround by lies//
societies creation, but takin the blame//
when I look at it, everything's still the same//
Hook:
this is real life, struggle and pain//
contemplations that puzzle the brain//
colder than standing naked outside in the rain//
evolution has come but nothing has changed//
it's the same thing; over n over//
a cold world gettin colder//
this is real life, struggle and pain...
The pain causes me to move on, get out of the hood//
need to concentrate on doing some good//
I'm tired of stealing, and catching beatings//
mischevious dealings got my soul bleeding//
that's why I gotta make it, no matta the cost//
coz if I don't try then; I already lost//
pack up my blood money, start buying some papers//
no more weed, boxes of pens and pencils, stacks of erasers//
jot down my life's story in rhyme//
day by day, one at a time//
I'm movin' up now, makin my marks//
finaly gettin out, this where it all starts//
cop a house and start livin for real//
I never knew this was how it would feel//
but I didn't realize the lies before my eyes//
the industtry's full of criminal guys//
women were the same as bitches//
every party had hundreds of snitches//
just when I thought I was livin' I'm still not alive//
coz this is a jungle Hmph, it aint civilized//
Hook:
spoken over hook(white men and black, they're all the same//
women and bitches, nothing has changed but the name//
it's all still the same)?