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THere is no band...Just me...well you gonna be hearing a couple of my fellow mic-junkies on here too...but Basically...it's just Blind_Stance...nah'mean...Portland Bred...16 years old....and killing em....-ghost
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,472
Peak in subgenre #2,282
Author
Blind_Stance
Rights
Adrian M. Ridgeway, DON'T BITE!
Uploaded
April 16, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
God and Hip-hop is what motivated me...and it's about life man...listen and find-out....
Lyrics
ayo…this…is for all those who just wanna escape from whatever troubles behaves you nah’mean…twist your L’s and elevate in more than one way my niggas…check it…
Backed up mental traffic of graphic bad-scenes got me reliving my last dream…
Cursed genes to survive under hurt-links, like when egos get bruised life’s is dirt-cheap…
Females wit lies to at least provide for a third-babe or hide behind the curtain-shades…
And I’m for certain that not one of you on this earth-man can knock me first-hand…
Because it’s worse-when your birth-kin is serving more sentences than wrapped turbans...
Picture a billion and one trapped-urban black-persons snatched for knowledge of words...
Not to be snapped by pressure we un-bottle the herb and follow our nerves, shit…
It’s what makes us, so you can understand how we’d rather live in the Matrix…
Then be playing wit federal-cases that could place us where the government can raise-us…
Hookx2: When I realize how ill the field thrives and how we feel-time I just wanna {Get away…ewwwe}…
When I realize how ill the field thrives and how we feel-time I just wanna {Get away…ewwwe}…
Lil Karen, left by both parents raised under low-standards…
With no direction shoulders and both hands-up, here goes depression…
12 she hits her first smoking session with older-niggas who told her lessons…
Of her great oral sexing, by 16 ma was a pimp’s pose-less question…
Known as one of those PYT’s not to be trusted cause of her history of substance…
Simply a bitch not to be fucked-wit, but by 19 Karen got snuffed-quick…
A lil too sick to suck-dick but needed the bread so she let him skeet then she fled…
Well she chose the wrong thug to have relations wit….
Because a month later Lil Karen’s body was found face-up and slit…
Detectives stole the base placed by her tit, coroners put the corpse in the bag…
And tossed in a laugh then said consider this case “zipped”….
Hookx2: When I realize how ill the field thrives and how we feel-time I just wanna {Get away…ewwwe}…
When I realize how ill the field thrives and how we feel-time I just wanna {Get away…ewwwe}…
Little-man who mastered his innocence but set up a defense quick against thick-Dominicans who his pops would ship-business with…
And snort 8-balls till the cops kicked in they shit and they was finish with…
The lil-shorty loved action figures but he couldn’t shake the fact that crack was near-him...
So he retracted whatever he had and blew out the crib, made a blueprint and started a crew wit his peers…
Love was music to the lil’dudes ear cause after a few years of being neglected and bruised bare he was ready to call it a truce here…
By 14 inner-city cops knew the kids face…not good cause those were his blocks where he pitched base…
And it didn’t help that his rep was the livest-nigga on his projects set…
So when Officer-Beck launched disrespect the kid was left wit no choice but to bomb to death…
By the time the officer had drawn his weap the kid had palmed his breath……………….
Hookx2: When I realize how ill the field thrives and how we feel-time I just wanna {Get away…ewwwe}…
When I realize how ill the field thrives and how we feel-time I just wanna {Get away…ewwwe}…
IT’S ILL OUT THERE…..WE GONNA MAKE IT MY NIGGAS….OR TRY TILL THE GRAVE……………..ONE LOVE…..
ayo…this…is for all those who just wanna escape from whatever troubles behaves you nah’mean…twist your L’s and elevate in more than one way my niggas…check it…
Backed up mental traffic of graphic bad-scenes got me reliving my last dream…
Cursed genes to survive under hurt-links, like when egos get bruised life’s is dirt-cheap…
Females wit lies to at least provide for a third-babe or hide behind the curtain-shades…
And I’m for certain that not one of you on this earth-man can knock me first-hand…
Because it’s worse-when your birth-kin is serving more sentences than wrapped turbans...
Picture a billion and one trapped-urban black-persons snatched for knowledge of w
