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Yao, this is Jae Keeps, still reppin upstate New York, still high as a mutha fucka, and still the same.
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Peak #4,726
Peak in subgenre #359
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Jae Keeps
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August 29, 2005
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MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I'm just a normal dude from a normal place,
Chilled with a normal crew, had normal tastes,
But grew poorer too, couldn't ignore my fate,
So I'm runnin through foreign lands up shores with bay-,
onyets, ready to slay some vets just to make some bread,
After a few months, I grew bitter from the taste of death,
Giving people somethin they would hate to get,
From our people who choose to rape instead,
A sacred debt is being accumulated,
Our people are too sedated to see the youth we're rapin,
Means that are lewd and basic, while we lose the proof, we're waitin,
Just because of logic that's been proved to be crued and ancient,
From minds that ooze with fakeness, we're sure to flip,
On a course to blind hatred and ignor-ant bliss,
Pain, stress, depression adorn my lid,
Cuz I seen the poorest kids get torn to bits,
I didn't, mean to fight no war for this,
What's more important than a war for kids,
I said I didn't mean to fight no war for this,
What's more important than a war for kids, oh,
Before, it was money, my mind divides tho,
Cuz now the only thing I'm fightin for is my survival,
Intelligence slides slow,
Cuz the directions on this strait path were wrong accordin to what the signs showed,
Stray shells spray leavin kids to lay still,
Some take hell from cats like me so we could pay bills,
This pain won't but end but today will,
So all I wait for is dusk to make today still,
Just a little of peace of mind,
That makes me not believe that these deeds were crimes,
I think this war might as well leave me blind,
Cuz I no longer wanna see these times, no,
To think, this kid might be a victim of me,
A victim of my blind trigger finger to heat,
God was probably the only witness at scene,
An expensive price but the mission was cheap,
Tryin to turn back the hands,
But I know I can't with these bloody hands of mine,
Goin through shit I can't define,
Just tryin to live through this shit with plans to shine,
My original decision seems so debated,
My soul, as I signed the contract I wrote away it,
Motivation was blown away quick,
And it seems along with any hopes of greatness...
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