flying solo trying my best and just spitting some lyrical poetry. Some Straight hip hop over some hot beats. Tru life, reality, and the shit of everyday struggl
CroSs
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,787
Peak in subgenre #1,072
Author
The CroSs & Kaleal Crooks
Rights
none
Uploaded
September 07, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This song is to anyone who has actually lived and struggled through a life on the streets..This is mostly about my life experiences, gang affilys, criminal record, crimes, and how im tryna change my life and turn that shit around but the system keep fucking me over and making it real hard....Kaleal talks about his past and pretty much the same thing, if you listen to what he says in the last part of the song i think youll understand what were tryna say.
This is tru life episodes, tru emotions being spoken and tru hardships we both went through..This is real, this is lived and this aint no fake commercial bullshit.
Lyrics
CroSs: YOu aint neva seen a crack rock, nevermind sparked a tech,glock of crack spot. When shit drop you run and hide from a gun shot but this MY life, i got one shot-one chance to drop a mill. Record studios, corner stores im dropping ill. Now i got dreams of green-i used to only dream of dropping pills, had the bills, mind state of a junkie, didnt know that crack could kill. Cold shrills, shit left me with cold chills, burning up/sitting next to a open winter window sill. Same day, everyday, same drill-no joke, shit was real. Not knowing how i feel not a problem. Corner stores, car parts i used to rob em. YOu got your problems, i got a 38 special-its sure to solve em, Afterall i hit more shots than the globetrotters, Harlem gave me the first prize-a golden revolver-AKA problem solver.
Hook
Kaleal: I was slanging early nine years old and worthy of more most I wore the robes of a king before the roads were worth claiming it was just corners and bricks ordering shit for the war that exists even on this day, robbing graves for trophies skulls to show we move silently and slowly, m-o-b, raising nations of niggaz in bulk to break the vision they thought could happen, this is my steet my block my globe, monitoring all the actions of attracting heat, though i was free but back to be a menace 5:11 stealth azzazzinz blasting at the reverend passin words if i catch the curve i'ma smack the bird past the fence dense maps of ends turned a king pin to mush and a young kid thats just twisted to a made nigga flippin keys cars weed and hearts of soldiers in black bags, now steady ripping tracks
Hook
CroSs: 38 expansion-it expanded my mind broader, over time it was my life, i learned the honors, i earned stripes. Streets 12 noon to past midnight, selling that crack, supporting my habits-I made ice. Shit wasnt nice and no robes could change shit. I struggled everyday, but i didnt change shitttt. They threw me in the pen twice-my life vanquished. 5 charges in two years, 2 felonies, jail term till im ancient. Await trial-13 g's for a lawyer to try save shit. Did some time saw my life and tryed to rearrange it, but every step i take to save it, the system there to break it. I cant take it-im not the same, cause that mentality of the hood-still in my brain. Im more INSANE than when i was hooked on cocaine. Im going back to my old ways.
Kaleal Talking about the real shit to close it....
Hook lyrics: It aint my problem, my problems broader-convicted felon, drug hustler and pro robber- I should burn in hell for sentence but this citys hotter. I lost my youth to the streets, instead of in peace, like it outta- BEE - yellow and black, blue-they neva fazed me. Grey- another story, them kats they turned me crazy. Ran coke- just another slave in the name of crack G.
