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Wussup all... most of you who know me know I love hip hop... here's my songs that I have to offer... Enjoy
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,247
Peak in subgenre #162
Author
LowProfiler
Uploaded
April 07, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
wrote it when i wuz pissy...
should explain a lot lol
Lyrics
What good is a man without a purpose,
Without a plan, I tend to grow nervous.
Like, The whole earth is against me.
Tempts me to give up. I'm empty
on tears. Thru fucking years of
trials and tribulation. Hating and
procrastinating what I'd do.
Debating over school,
crashing through classes,
never bothered to ask if,
i'd regret decisions.
Now wit college admission
I'm admitting I wasted hours,
and that I wasn't gettin anywhere,
Or become anyone. But never shed any tears,
I've just begun, to take charge,
to take notice.
That money and cars aint the focus.
Not even the focii, i got both eyes on the prize,
Not at no time, won't i, give it up.
Dreams and ambition. I'ma rip it up.
Keepin up wit my bussiness, mix it up
with some fun, can't get drunk,
wut's wrong wit this picture.
can't party right if i can't drink liquor.
But i learned to deal with myself.
Really, I can deal with my health.
I'm sealing my wealth and my promises.
Find a girl I got a lot in common with.
Stoppin with the bullshit till I'm set and rich,
Met some bitch, marry her,
and have some kids.
Then meddle in politics.
Lots-a-shit I can change, Starting-with,
urban violence and gangs.
The truth of it is,
How could I sleep-at-night without feeling selfish.
Until we can treat all people-right, we are all just well-wishers.
Felt-this way long before. I implore
We make changes to our society,
But we¡¯re american¡¯s we got priorities,
Fuck the world¡¯s criticisms, cuz we own the world¡¯ armies.
How cold-hearted, and that kinda thinking leaves us alone,
on a throne with no allies. I can't allow this
bonehead american public to bomb on iraq,
to stronghold their gasses, and stomp on their assets.
Hundreds of classes of students with glasses
learn patriotism from school and televisions.
Then u wonder why there¡¯s so many Anti-americans,
Why terrorism strikes, and now we need heroism.
But maybe I¡¯m in too deep, to see
What life is about. Maybe its not how it all turns out.
But the moment that matters, but then tell me how,
To live with essence, through war and adolescence.
Tough times taught all those lessons.
How can I accept my life is almost heaven.
But after the laughter, looking backwards,
You ask yourself if your life really matters.
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