It's all about the music.
Yao, this is Jae Keeps, still reppin upstate New York, still high as a mutha fucka, and still the same.
Lyrics
This shit is real, I been tryin my whole life,
But still not a god damn thing goes right,
Broken homes, so we pushin smoke to domes,
With hopes it slows the pain to our hopeless bones,
No one knows, there's few we can relate to,
And I ain't tryin to make you, just take you,
To the place where I stay,
A place where it's impossible to know what the signs say,
Where animosity comes my way,
A place where the only kinda peace is the kind the dime makes,
Built from regrets, that were dealt from the sex,
To the pills I ingest shits real, you can bet,
A place where ya boys get toyed wit,
By bitches spittin shit like they mouth was a toilet,
Materialism and greed, and jealousy,
This place is like a hell to me,
The only way to escape this cell and leave is through felonies,
Or through sellin ki's it's stops me from developing,
A place with no parents, you're so scared and,
Where positivity is doin about the same as hopes farin,
The only way to make it is through dope and the thin lines,
You've never been so cold on the inside,
Where ya father is the person you hate the most,
Lifes factors attack ya, make ya agein slow,
A place where all your lookin for is one woman,
But been misguided for so long your done lookin,
This shit came from childhood torture,
All the painful lessons that childhood taught ya,
Jus look for a smile, someone to support ya,
Not financially, nah thats not important,
Where there's no where to run to for help,
Cuz it's hard as hell to be a crutch to yaself...
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