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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,589
Peak in subgenre #183
Author
writen and performed by BarZ (Produced by Ill Wayz
Rights
Blazin Barz
Uploaded
September 14, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
the way the world is and the things that have happend to me lately with my friends and family... behind the hook theres a voice saying jot down the entry just so yall know
Lyrics
**intro**
First entry (damn) cant believe ma boy gone yo (cant take much more) he locked down to 06'(tell you what) damn....
**intro**
(verse 1)
I dont get to attactched to my friends//
cuz just when you think they there to the end//
they get locked now you gotta speak thru a pen//
its every week that you send//
now you stuck wearin colors that ya boy represent//
now you feel like you locked wit him//
cuz he was no worse than you so did you earn ya spot wit him//
you knew what he was doin but you let the cops get him//
damn man I wish I woulda stopped you but I didnt//
when I think about it, its basically ma fault that you left//
coulda held you down but I was busted for theft//
still tell me, why you had to go and make that choice//
why you had to load dat gun and run up in there witcha boys//
I know you needed money but didnt you even think//
that somewhere down tha line ya runnin boat might sink?//
so ima tell you thru the rhymes that I talk//
you still ma boy dawg, and ima see you when you walk//
(hook, break)
september 11th 2001, the worlds goin fuckin crazy, people are flyin planes, suicide right into the side of the buildings and shit, everywhere I look, everywhere I turn somethin bads goin on... the worlds just goin to hell you know?
(hook, break)
what kinda world is this where Im sittin in school//
I havent heard of this watchin these ignorant fools//
killin themselvs, while they takin out others//
daycare centers and the innocent mothers//
not only 9/11//
its everywhere that you look//
grandma cant walk down the street, witout a filthy crook//
takin pocketbooks//
we goin crazy//
theres no spot left for a good spirit//
so I try to send positive messages in thru my lyrics//
but its like a letter in a bottle nobody hears it//
its a lost cause//
and I feel like this just cause//
Im the only person in the world wit a concience left//
faggots and dykes, in front of our kids, right and left//
how am I supposed to feel//
look at it as normal, like its no big deal//
we all prisoners of a constant spinning wheel//
(hook, break)
its like, everytime I make a friend, everytime i feel like i can trust somebody, like i can trust them with my life, they just constantly every single time find a way to fuck me over
(hook, break)
Im always there for you but are you ever there for me?//
it cant be//
the circles round as you can see//
so if you lookin but its only for yourself that you peer//
the circles cut in half, no longer a sphere//
the circle of life// or the circle of trust//
one must bust only circumstances that become musts//
in otherwords, if you lookin out for only yaself//
you end up like you should and thats lonely as hell//
wishin that you woulda//
treated ya friends like you shoulda//
and so it dont happen again you knock on wood//
so would ya?//
take a second, to put yaself in ma shoes//
put me as you and ask yaself what did I lose//
I just wanted to be treated fair//
I guess you never did really care//
I guess you never were really there//
now that I think about it man you just a waiste of air//
(outro, hook)
well for everybody who didnt catch the moral of this whole thing, girls have their diaries or whatever, me and ma boys... we got our pens, we got our pads, we got da rhyme book, so when somethings on our minds we dont whip out a diary or a journal or none of that, we whip out a rhyme book, and I basically if you wanna call it a journal or you wanna call it a diary or whatever you wanna call it, I basically just read mine to you so welcome to my life...
thats it...
thats it...
(outro, hook)
