It's Silent J Tha Quiet Poet. Nuff said.
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Charts
Peak #8,806
Peak in subgenre #4,747
Author
Silent J Tha Quiet Poet
Rights
2003
Uploaded
November 24, 2003
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
We chase…these broken dreams and mesmerizing schemes to reach the top/
Beat the cops over the wall; the smell of free base quickens my walk…/
Sickened and brought down by the reality of life in my own hesitance…/
Re-creation of the truth so I can prove where all the lessons is…so breathe in the chalk…/
Hawks circle among the buzzards workin their daily hustle/
So I’m forced to push my way through the crowds and show a li’l muscle/
Hate to see these children runnin from they future and know it’s gonna crush em…/
Get beat down by someone just doin what they can to not starve…/
But what can I say? This street life is rock hard…/
What can I say? What can I say…these streets is rock hard…/
Segregated from the man with a dollar by those who hold power in numbers/
Mathematical equations only the devil could work under I wonder…/
How are you the one on the top of this chain of events? /
My blood stained hands wash away in the light of you and my pain relents/
Seems like a lame defense, but I’m not dyin alone…/
If I do, misery loves company and you’re stuffed full of greed/
Jealousy, white lies and mystery/
I bide my time wishfully what comes next intense listening/
To the highlights set out in twilight the white lights blistering/
My eyes sewn shut by mind gaps and ignorance no more…/
Death comes to us all…and here I am knockin…on your door…/
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality…when you can’t wait to go to sleep and welcome your nightmares…life just can’t get any better…cause you’ve already reached hell…and it can’t get any worse…
Hardships and knowledge put through rhyme and beats is solid/
Call it what you will I think therefore I am I think I think/
Your wallet just got stolen better chase it down and catch it./
Somebody’s feedin their family who woulda thought-food is plastic/
Get stuck in cold blood ya world is twirlin faster…/
And you always thought these were the simple people callin you master/
…Bastard child goes home with blood on his face…/
Mom I got us dinner…hunger steps aside he puts love in its place/
So when you…stuck in ya haste to judge me think what you say/
Stay…six feet away moldin ya clay of your own game day/
Same way you got me someone will get you soon/
Just remember next time you spit on me your death is in its bloom…/
Yo…Yo…Your death is in its bloom so watch out and pray to god/
That you gonna see him soon cause you don’t know what’s gonna come/
It’s hard to run when hate makes you blind…time after time/
Only choice you have is to stand there and read between the lines…/
Imbedded deep in heated rhymes we leave behind our innocence/
Then again corruption’s sposed to be what I defend against/
Begin wit bliss and slowly fall deeper into my own depression/
These streets is rock hard so I return to my obsessions/
One lesson I’ve learned so far is watch out who ya make ya friends/
Outward appearances will fool you try to see the fake within/
And take revenge
We fallin short of our goals so take this in/
It’s a thin line that separates where love ends, and hate begins/
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