Jazz-Rap, Hip Hop Alternative. Prod. by Indy
chess
chess intelligence
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Story behind the song
Urban Tales
Lyrics
I do it for the block, the roads, the streets & those living in hell
I do it for the hood
I do it cuz I should
inspire the great minds walking the streets & lost in the heat
tossed of their feet, now living reckless, hope shattered & rejected
with no food to eat, I give food for thought, for the groups gone lost
those feeling they like loosing all cuz the alcohol rules their thoughts
Im tired of seeing my kind duck when police come by
those aint running can't release, they're high
& no home, there's no belief in life
jail bound & jail becomes home for several weeks
& charges come in 2's or 3's, you rob, so it's attempted & robbery
lets not forget the charge for assault
you high so they ignore your talk
you look to the sky and ask God what's that for
look down cuz its all your fault
I do it for the block, the roads, the streets & those living in hell
I do it for the hood
I do it cuz I should
pick you by the arm cuz I know I should be with you from the start
I aint fishing for hearts, but definetly not wishing we part
we came from the same struggle, so you know the insane hustle
I promised you the life, shopping every week, my wife to be
with no rings, you a wife to me, cuz you treat me right
& never fighting me, even the rich guys despising me, but you ran off
when he shows you the life to be,
I aint made it yet to give you the life you need, so I look to my cards, I'll play the next with brains & not my heart, cuz Im feeling ripped apart
was warned by past experiences, I let these lesssons teach me cuz
finally Im hearing this, the eccense of past experiences
I do it for the block, the roads, the streets & those living in hell
I do it for the hood
I do it cuz I should
I do it for the block, the roads, the streets & those living in hell
I do it for the hood
I do it cuz I should
teach these youngings, I've been there & done that,
I've been where they done crack, the pipes, needles & traps
been where the guns clapped (now listen)
things aint rosy, guns are like diamonds in third worlds
you go near & die trying, you go where the deads lieing
go invest, not die fighting
will they listen? I'un know, but till family die
now they preaching over their family's life
if you listened you'll still have your family ties
now he or she a dead vessel, you still breathing
I pray I dont find you there in the next season
dieing over bull sh** , not listening to reason
I hope you hear what the pastor's preaching
at the funeral where you weeping
I hope they celebrate mine
for the lines & lessons Im feeding cuz
I do it for the block, the roads, the streets & those living in hell
I do it for the hood
I do it cuz I should