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Peak #4,634
Peak in subgenre #54
Author
Spit and Written by: iLLisophical, Produced by: Ph
Rights
May 2003
Uploaded
June 01, 2003
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
My thoughts expressed through stories on the way people act these days and the stupid decisions they make.
I figure if I can show the bad sides of the "cool" life maybe some people will just use their brain and think before they act.
Lyrics
At the age of 16 he wants the thug-life, bust-slug life/
Dope dealing on the corner, get cash, no stress and no strife/
Connections are made easy, he pounce right into the game/
So deep into this world, he’s left a figure without a name/
He just a dealer with a problem, his habits are getting heavy/
Tracks of taste marks up his arms, his life becomes more empty/
Left with societies scum’s, he calls his friends, he calls his fam/
The only ones left in this world, as he roams this lonely land/
To take a stand against his status, better yet against his habit/
Is to lose all that he has, left open back so friends could stab it/
He’s an addict at only 18, without cracks his minds on fire/
Withdrawal symptoms every night force him to shake and to perspire/
But he’s in denial, tells himself that there was no other choices/
Now he peers into the sky, hoping this time that he’ll hear the voices/
Not a sound but his heartbeats, realizing that his mind lies/
Another night under the streetlight, face in palms as his eyes cry/
Hook 2 times
The choice is yours do what you will, do what u want//
Ayo the choice is yours no need for lies no need for fronts//
The choice is yours do what you will, do what u want//
Because in the end it’s your mind the choice will haunt//
They called him player, player on his block the virgin slayer/
Up and gone after he finished, as young girls were left with prayer/
He didn’t hate her but was a user; selfishly he was a loser/
Raised to disrespect all women, cause his father was an abuser/
He had a way with words; charmingly he made them love him/
Years of sins he repents away, only respects the one above him/
Evil becomes him, the nights he comes home its always late/
In the shadows of his home, his wife and child sit and wait/
Thinks he’s a grown man cause he helped bring life in this world/
It’s too bad he didn’t think to help the life of his girl/
If he actually cared he’d know his days of dad are over/
Baby mama couldn’t take it, took her life, the pain was no more/
Many days before, his daughter had passed from hunger/
Found them dead across his floor, it took her death to know he loved her/
He wasn’t above her, his ways were wrong with every breath/
Very soon he’ll make his journey for a disease will bring him death/ (what a waste)
Hook 2 Times
This youth was never accepted, disrespected every move he makes/
Dependant on opinions, forces him to make foolish mistakes/
He used to take the pressures, but never could he defend it/
Thinks a crew to call his fam, will complete him and get some vengeance/
Bloods or crips, he wonders it, on his arm is where he published it/
The fact that he needs love makes one wonder where his mother is/
The thunder hits, the time has come to prove he’s loyal/
They pull up to the corner he gets out his mind is soiled/
With thoughts of death, with thoughts of love and thoughts of hatred/
Kicks the door in of the house, in hell the devils pacing/
And waiting, for his arrival from God he’s stole this child/
Pulls his heat from out his shirt, aims at strangers he calls his rivals/
He defiles this Sunday, as his gun sprays in one way/
Looks down upon the ground at a pool where his blood lays/
Crawls out the place, looks to the street to where his trust lies/
His fam had orphaned him, his heart is empty as he dies/
Hook 2 times
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