Yo...
My Name is Random.
This is my Mixtape that I've been working on for a minute. And this is the soundclick page in which I plan to showcase it.
CURRENT MIXTAPE STATUS: 33% DONE (7 TRACKS)
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,128
Peak in subgenre #1,711
Author
Random/Silverbacks
Uploaded
December 28, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
well idk something i wrote in the morning...about how everyone lived horrible lives and i struggled with it in my youth but i moved and everyone didnt...
Lyrics
trying to look out the window to see the clouds floating/
and i look down, hey where is everyone going?/
everyone turning to out to be skumbags and shit/
went to BK and and on the sidewalk was empty clips/
portrayed in the midst was a body on the street/
cat get outlined and lying in chalk is defeat/
Little Lindsey had a baby at 13 from her uncle/
And the baby died from being stricked with the belt buckle/
Mickey Daniels from Lenox that i met at the precinct/
was in for raping and slicing up a bitch/
While the moms was crying alligator tears behind the tints/
its whatever, she never liked the kid/
never had brotherly love like having no Philly/
cuz Xavier got slugged right before seeing Whitney/
a little white broad who moved in with her aunt/
met Lamont, and he didnt tell her he had a little runt/
or he was dealing, they were under a hunt/
for him, found him and Whit dead smoking a blunt/
buildings crying and falling like Londons bridge/
Mitch snitched on Kayto and now Mitch got slit/
Kayto's wife found out that he fucked a whore/
So she sliced off his dick, now he cant fuck no more/
Gangs having street fights with some weaponry/
Someone always gets injured, apparently/
Prostitutes loved living the vida loca/
sold the cocha to cop a bundle of coca/
cats get dusted infront of their brothers/
and now they dare to ask why u crying mother/
pops left you alone and now im in charge/
he influenced his little brother to start acting hard/
pre schoolers saying fuck you to the teachers/
and the preachers screaming oh lord cuz of the heaters/
Young danny got clocked out by his dun/
But it was accidental cuz they found and played with Pops gun/
i dont see how this all leads to good/
or how emcees say its dope to live in the hood/
or how its ill to live in a crummy old residence/
i thought those days were over with this new president/
this guy is a fuckup, ill leave that for another song/
before i came here in 97, the years seemed long/
casses were always the same, layers were getting layed off/
and the judges getting paid off, it all seemed wrong/
i learned to live in the slumz upnorth, dont need to lie/
spit on theses kids cuz they didnt live my life/
cats start listenin as i say my story lyrically/
VH1 Driven couldnt re-enact my history/
i remember my uncle Danilo up in Crook mentioning/
how u gotta move it on up like the Jeffersons/
but everyone has lost themselves like detaching their soul/
from their body and throwing them in a draining hole/
thefiles of success really had no folder/
the struggle was another burden on our shoulders/
its a same shit different day situation/
but every goon seemed to take the roughness into their relations/
Justifying why the boys on my block didnt notice/
But you had to beat the game, even on a novice/
level, beat the devil, take your own lumber/
because if you dont then you just become a number/
Cee-Lo said get up and get something/
Unlike Sammy Rono went to search and came up with nothing/
Moved out the wrong way, dont know where everyone went/
yet noticed how everyone followed one trend/
but i saw where everyone went, as i rhymed and walk/
and watched everyone become outlines for chalk//
