Clifton - Nine Eleven (My Story)
This is my story of 9/11 situation and what happend in my day it is quiet emotional rap for me, listen and read my lyrics and u will understand the story.
Clifton, Young Fate, Young Fate Records,
Yo' all welcome to my soundclick. I'll jus tell ya'll a lil' bit about myself then...hmm...Well i been writing since a young age and have onli been producin my music this year..i getting on quiet well and am allredi learning some very effective mixing techniques. My genre is rap/hip-hop i dunno what i wud actually call my style caz am diffrend..which is good i suppose. My msn is Ugc-Clifton@Hotmail.com if yo' have any questions or wonna collab or owt... Thats about it reli...Peace xx
Lyrics
Hook - Jay T
Comin back to life..Comin back to life..Moment!
Verse 1 - CLIFTON
9/11th about 9am, got out my bed again
found my paper an'pen, jotted lyrics till 10
got a call from my friends, to cruise in his benz
i got my new k-swiss on - an' jumped the fence
3 hours later on the way home, see people cryin alone
on porches smoked up on the phones, with there hands
on there earlobes, mothers shiverin grabbin there own-bones
i wonderd what woz onnnn, someone been hit by the chorme
dunno what woz onnnn
pulled up at my apartment, a lady readin a parchment
cryin her heart-out, i fealt like i cudnt do shit
fealt far-out, then my pa-shouts, from mamas-house
come back to our-house, i went to sit on the sofa
an' watch the tv in our-house, on the bulliten-news
its full ov fumes, the ground had consumed
it woz like a cartoon, but realistly true
the twintowers had dropped, like a metor-rock
whens the pain gonna stop, whens the death gonna stop
Hook - Jay T
Comin back to life..Comin back to life..Moment!
Verse 2 - CLIFTON
3000 us died, bush tryed to collide, be the hero of the night
but it didnt make it right, he wanted a fight
he cud see it in sight, he had might, but we didnt need wars
we need lives, he went to war, we thought, it woz the right choice
now i look back - i understand he acted spoil
we'd had enough death, without puttin more at rest
on the death-beds, god put us to the test, loyal soulja's
whee the best, bush never held a gun, he jus let the dice spun
told people what to do - like it was fun, he needs puttin back
of a trunk, and bein shot up under the sun, like a punk
these poltical regimes, are like mythical seeds
u dno whats happenin till u actually read
now i'll told u what i fink, u shudnt question me like a shrink (Holla)
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