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This Path I Speak Of
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Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
April 14, 2008
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:10
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Ive seen many tears fall for those who have fallen// Those who go to war, and believe its their callin// Those who took a bullet to protect the protests// And those who give an oath, so that they can go next// I’ve seen, children cryin, mothers who smiling// While daddy go away, cuz today she’s whilin// Hittin up tha club, while her husbands dyin// And givin love for drugs, she’s to broke to buy them// & I’ve seen, children grow up, to resent their family// Become rotten lil brats, when they was sweet like candy// Black hair and piercing, just to be unique// But hidin in the shadows, means to me, you weak// Those same kids, make made plans to shoot up a school// Prom night, “question, what are you gonna do?”// So I’m like “im good, yall do what ya do// But I’ma call in sick, shyt, yall some fools// Ive seen many things…on this path I speak of// Some good some bad, some nice like sweet love// Some…don’t even matter, so I wont even speak of// But some I gotta mention, please turn up ya speakers// Ive seen many things…on this path I speak of// Some good some bad, some nice like sweet love// Some…don’t even matter, so I wont even speak of// But some I gotta mention, please turn up ya speakers// I’ve seen, little sisters, get raped by daddy// Mama never said shyt, she’s afraid of daddy// So brother put a knife thru tha brain of daddy// And went to jail for life, where they rape him badly// Mothers stuck on drugs, cant shake the habit// Wit bad kids, “got blow, yo you can have it”// Givin up her kids for a hour of crack time// Then grippin at her wrist, for she slips to a flatline// Little sister follows in her mama footsteps// Give good sex, hates life, but wont leave the hood yet// Moneys to easy and its guaranteed// Cuz “who gon feed my babies, and take care of me?”// Ive seen, buildings built up, and other dismantled// Similarities from now and then, for example// Kids playin tic tac toe wit chalk on the side walk// To bodies out lined, same chalk, same side walk// I’ve seen many things, on this path I speak of// Some good, some bad, some nice like sweet love// Yet some, don’t even matter, so I wont even speak of// But some I gotta mention, please turn up ya speakers// I’ve seen many things, on this path I speak of// Some good, some bad, some nice like sweet love// Yet some, don’t even matter, so I wont even speak of// But some I gotta mention, please turn up ya speakers// Please people believe, that these things can change// Just try to make a difference, don’t leave it the same// I aint tryna preach, im just sayin ya language// We know we messed up, lets not raise the same kids// And if ya disagree, in these things im sayin// Press stop, don’t listen, but ill keep on prayin// Prayin for the kids, who watch in amazement// As we live our lives free, never missin a payment// We all walk a path, some dirt, some pavement// But we all can keep truckin, and makin a statement// We all just gotta move on, and teach the youth// Cuz while ya listenin to this song, im teachin you// From the days of happiness, to times of trials// We continue to walk, on this path for miles// Tribulation escaping, will we ever face it?// If we’re never givin a chance, we’ll just hafta take it// I’ve seen many things, on this path I speak of// Some good, some bad, some nice like sweet love// Yet some, don’t even matter, so I wont even speak of// But some I gotta mention, please turn up ya speakers// I’ve seen many things, on this path I speak of// Some good, some bad, some nice like sweet love// Yet some, don’t even matter, so I wont even speak of// But some I gotta mention, please turn up ya speakers//
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