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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,074
Peak in subgenre #1,067
Author
DiRtY d / SkInZ
Rights
sopeppero productions
Uploaded
January 13, 2003
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
V1: DiRtY d
Got sum good friends and a family to,(hell yeah)
Yeah my cousin locked down but he be out in a few,(wat up cuz)
And I gots my girly girl down, that’s my world dude,(I luv u)
Gots this dollar in my wallet god knows I can flaunt it,
Yeah I got it, am doin it, take my goddamned shot or ive ruined it,
and if I believe it then I’ll go thru with it,
if not, then im screwin it…persuin it…
but persuing what tho,
hoes shows money or clothes? Hell no,
something deeper than that,
all these superficial things, like rings blings and bein the king,
yeah yeah…I aint needin all that,
me and greediness nah!
I got a lot more meaning than that,
Jack, its lot more easier than that,
Cus im looking for that happiness,
Far away from all this crack and shit, the crackin fists, the activists,
why cant we all be pacificists?(ha ha ha)
until that time, you’ll find me here spittin rappin shit,
every time that fuckin passion hits,
I do it for the love,
ya’ll know that,
but when that luv bleeds dry, where am I gon go at?
V2:DiRtY d
An angel wit broken wings, and stone cold eyes,
Many unspoken sins, he’s known for his lies,
An inflated ego that’s blown full size,
Many emotional ties, but he never does cry,
He never shows signs that he’s shattered inside,
Except for his rhymes, that’s implicit…between the lines,
At sixteen he realized tried to 360 his life,
He pleads, is he alive!? With no reply, he’s fucking dead in his mind,
So who am I?
I’m just another clichéd bad boy with nothing to say,
A wannabe. Trying to make headway in this game,
So make way for the same,
Rapper you see every day,
Some one to poke at…lm moulded from clay,
shoulders are weighed, from every day to the day,
But he never will stray, a rouge, a mutha fuckin lackey….
Now tell me whos happy?
V3: SkInZ
media will make u beleive that happiness is real,
do what ever you want son, do whatever you feel,
whats this feelin all for if we be sharin it?
whats gon happen if you cant stand or cant be bearing it?
and this life that your stuck in,
human rights is a fucking, joke,
i'll stick to wearing a frown and still be puffin smoke,
awaitin my big break and still nuthin broke,
but did i fall down or run outta hope- hell nah,
so wheres the happiness now?
when you facing the ground,
your sad cus theres no fuckin hope in this derelict town,
