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A tribute to how I felt when my best friend betrayed me. I had a high fever when I recorded this one. My only question to him is...WHY?
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Bass Rap
Charts
Peak #3,731
Peak in subgenre #97
Author
Mike Boston
Rights
2005 Mic Boston Records
Uploaded
October 26, 2005
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I recorded this when I was sick with a HIGH fever. Feel the heat of the words for yourself. This guy was stabbing me in the bac for like three years when all I did was look out for him. Even gave him a place to sleep 4 times in three years when I found out he was sleeping in the emergency rooms at various hospitals in Boston. WHAT WAS IT WITH YOU MAN? When someone exposes your best friend's TRUE feelings toward you and it's the exact polar opposite of what you could ever imagine...it'll make you take a good look at yourself. Listen to me maaaain. Peep the jargon.
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Meanwhile... Written by Mike Boston Produced by Fidel for Witness Productions [VERSE 1] Eyes glued to the T.V. when it’s turned off. ‘Nother world on the screen when it’s turned on Ugly, picture in the dirty glass... Sittin’ in this box waitin’ on a dream And who that man starin’ back? Talkin’ to myself when I’m all alone Feelin’ like I’m by myself when my momma & my pops is home Tryna get a listener to hear my problems But I don’t wanna talk about 'em if you can’t help me solve ‘em Cuz if I told you what I did as a kid homie... You’d pass me by on the street like you didn’t know me When your woman heard my pain it made her wanna hold me Now you holdin‘ dat against me, Wanna put it on me! As unpredictable a man you ever seen sober Switchin’ scenes from peripherals of eye corners. Worried ‘bout Francona in the ninth quarter While icons don’t care about us one iota. Judgin’ me by the poverty I grew up in Knew nuffin’ ‘bout a robbery so prove somethin’ Keepin’ tabs on my dollars as I grew stubborn 'Til they grabbed me by the collar with a rude summons. & it's on... [CHORUS](2x) Meanwhile...I’m buggin’ with these thugs for drugs Scratchin’ my mugs thru dubbz Slashin’ the scrubs, get lugged... To segregation. A break from population or ‘TOWERS’ for meditation While others spillin’ seed in the shower. [VERSE 2] Panhandlin’ for changes & you leave me hangin’ Roamin’ hungry ‘round this cold world of street dangers Paralyzed by my testimony’s deep anguish. Tried to make you understand me, even speak SPANGLISH. Attemps to murder me for THREE YEARS, my best friend I looked on saaaadly as it had to end. All that energy invested in a hatin’ brotha Became that one thang about’chu when the ladies judged ya. I couldn’t come into this world tryna leave painless. Wearin’ my feelin’s on my sleeve, I wouldn’t be famous They say the outcome’s percieved by the way you handle it Knowin’ nothin’ ‘bout corporate personality management. Listen out for what the snake whispers to ya soul It’s not up for debate what it’s worth in gold. Movin’ fast toward the year 2012 If I let’chu do it to yourself, then I’d be goin’ to hell! [CHORUS](2x)
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