You Love 2 Hear The Story
This is about the troublesome mentalities from around my way. Suggestive thinking has mentally re-enslaved us, only this time RACE doesn't matter. Off my first album 'Baptizm by Fire'.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
The mentality of many people from the hood is so demented and irreversible that it's saddening. We were short changed from the giddyup.
Lyrics
You Love 2 Hear The Story
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by DJ S.O.M.A.
Scratches by Mike Boston
[Intro Scratching CHORUS]
[VERSE 1]
It’s only ‘cuz we short changed.
Hold me in the court, cuffed to the Commonwealth.
That’s the way the cards was dealt.
My nana nearly starved herself.
An inner-city crash dummy,
My peoples gotta laugh honey.
Aint nothin’ funny but we poor
And all our souls is hungry.
Forfeited the preseason,
A kindergarten drop-out.
More reasons to bleed than we need
And it’s rainin’ gloks out.
Impoverished from fatherless,
Families. Come by the crib?!
Pardon my uncle Charles, darlin’.
This is how we live.
The unapproachable’ll crap or die hard.
Provoked pattern, get the local loot cat and buy large.
Stricken with scars,
It’s plenty heads who would rather be dead.
Gimme a bottle and a vision and it’s sad to be said.
Blackgasm, see you in the Autumn.
Gladly catch you playing possum in Boston.
As often as we come across ya.
Too many phony jum thugs.
A semi-auto pump slug
Embedded in their chest and nonetheless
They’re minus one love.
Resident slum bums,
Derelicts and petty crumb chums.
Pissy as dumb, tippin’ rum,
‘Til the whole thing’s done.
Call the deacon.
Shoot the breeze about it on the weekend.
Conversations with the serpent when I’m sleepin’…
[Scratching CHORUS]
[VERSE 2]
Portions of our life paper chasin’
Son & moms blazin’ in the basement.
Section 8, brand new diamond bracelet
Thug replacements,
Nine & up duns they flagrant.
Criulu Zulu Mandingo while mama’s at bingo.
Polly debatin’ in my lingo.
Belated kinfolk.
Peep out the snipers in they windows.
Lay low and then blow.
Gotta be there to know the deal.
Lotta cats fake and many real.
Part of the math,
Slip all of the crack lobbyists work.
Flip back all of the worth.
Chicks max out of their skirts, it’s promised.
Time after time you pay homage!
United spider webs can withhold the strength of a lion.
Some of us move on our emotions and repay you in violence.
Blind man’s fury…
Birthed as they wager in silence.
Gotta escape to Nova Scotia stay away from Bin Laden.
When we awake from the commotion,
Some engage in the wildin’.
This is a day in the environment that’s makin’ us tyrants.
What are we to do?
[Scratching CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Arrest got my connect stressed.
Feelin’ like he got his neck stretched.
Best bet, hit ‘em for less than the usual, let him walk it off.
Who really got it poppin’ off & who dodgin da cork?
Whether December on the Thirty First or July on the Fourth.
First off,
Maaaaan never ever rely on your source.
They payin’ better to become him than to ride on his horse.
Aside from the loss,
Obliged to be a idol of sorts.
Cape Verdeans use to be rulers
Some were pirates abroad.
I’d die for the cost.
Bungee in a five with the boys.
Grungy come Rhondo.
In light of lost lives from the war.
And what‘s the worst,
They wet up every side or the Church.
Reppin’ they flagship.
The braggards plead the fifth & snitch first.
Who could’ve made it? Playaz infatuated with hatred, infuriated.
Haters changin’ they status to patients.
Seldomly stated. And less oftenly answered fair lady.
This is the way that we were walkin’ ever since we were babies.
[Scratching CHORUS]
