A new type of era that's ready to evolve. Straight of tha streets of AZ, coming from the depths of the 480, comes a new voice ready to be recognized...Budha
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #9,165
Peak in subgenre #853
Rights
2006
Uploaded
June 18, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:30
Lyrics
been born and raised, here in the state of AZ,
living through my days, just waiting and pacing
straight budhaholic, that’s how the name made me,
but it helped me make it through that pain it’s amazing,
The torment and the strain I encountered, the mass vane and its power, I made it through the rain unlike them cowards,
cuz if I wanted I could’ve ended it,
But I did I want it… I bet I did, but i stopped it, for my lady and the kids,
I knew I couldn’t do it cuz I’m not the type to give, I’d rather die a man, then to die a fucken bitch, I slapped my right cheek for thinking that shit, it’s crazy, what these days are turning to, drunks slapped across the pavement saying what they were gonna do, bums on the daily trying to catch that buck or two, or all them ladies who gave in and now they stay on corners too, but for different reasons, they all chose, not to make a meaning out that destined road, they let them evil shadows hold their soul, for what reason I don’t know, cuz those times you gotta fight, grind your teeth and hold sight of what really matters in your life, and push till that light expires, holdin tight, cuz them shadows causing fright , and they’re not coming out without a fight
We live our life unexpected of the outcome,
We live our life blind from that white light storm,
We’ll march tonight in the fight for that new born,
We’ll live our life right in sights of that new morn,
I remember way back when I’d dream of having cash, I used to lose sleep dozen off up in the class, we had just enough to eat but I’d keep a stash, either that or or I managed with what we already had, I grew up in the ghetto completely in the unknown, was about 10 years old when I finally came to know, but even then I didn’t think it showed, maybe cause it’s what I called home, i had a dysfunc family, and I’m not talking bundy, I felt the world was mad at me I was always feeling something, I still got scars from my own wars, always lit up like star wars, didn’t know what for, but now I know it’s more, I was more than bored, I had pain but I failed to let it pour, kept myself in hiding, shit was getting frightening, I gave up on the trying but I persisted on my writing.
These rhymes are my light and that light is shining, trying to find that type that keeps my mind in winding, I’m living life like lightning, finding time in typing, I write rhymes off the life that my mind is miming, finally the chapters are flashing through, was a time that I’d thought that it’d never get through, didn’t know what I was going to do, but I kept it true, I aint being anybodies fool, didn’t make it through high school, I couldn’t follow the rules, I was tired of bafoons always telling me what to do, I had dreams but didn’t have a clue, but now I know what I need to do, cuz all that time was wasted, I probably could have made it, it became a disgrace kids and now I truly hate it, I debated and waited but now its all been masturbated and in the end you steady got to face it!
