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Peak #1,892
Peak in subgenre #1,031
Uploaded
February 24, 2004
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I was a lucky kid raised up in a good town
Runnin wild as a child gotta get around
When shit got hectic the city didn’t make a sound
Bad news got tossed in the underground
The police harassin these teens
Don’t kid urself we the ones that run the streets
Join the movement the youth is on an up rise
No more lies so fuck that compromise
If 5-0s give u shit when ur innocent
A parkin ticket? U pigs make me sick
Now im with my homies n we letting shit known
In this wicked world u gotta learn to hold ur own
Stand up tall and never let em push u down
By no means allow these tricks to hit u off ur ground
And now its time to let ur voice be heard
And be the very first to hit them with the worst
Anytime that ur low and and feel like letting go
You know you gotta blame that fuckin devil
Whats the difference in the ghetto
This city’s the same now I gotta blame the devil
And we all trapped in hells lowest level
Searchin 4 the road to lead us out this struggle
got the drugs provided by the dealers
And if ur next-door neighbor’s got a shotty he’s a killer
These prostitutes disguised got them sellin lies
Promoting sex’s a crime but you gotta survive
Its time to get that currency so slang that weed
Its putting paper in the pocket now ur makin g’s
Everybody on the block keeps their doors locked
Scared to get robbed so now they call the cops
Not knowin that they don’t do shit
Just satan’s lil helpers crossin off the list
moms in the kitchen slavin over the stove
Their blood sweatin tears to give us something to grub
Seventeen not yet a man but understand im no boy
Gotta feel the joy just a knucklehead makin noise
And what should I make of myself
With no more shelter think of all the bad days ive felt
A lil kid with so much on his mind to tell
Heaven will he feel well or just send him to hell
Too much pain release it on to paper
My verses serve these haters to the curb see u later
These beats provide for me like antibiotics
Drop that instrumental it’s infested with toxic
Like a disease now I puff the weed to release
All the tension I’ve mentioned just to feel free
If I should bleed will I get to see the light
Memories flashin in my mind its time to die
I wake up gaspin for a breath am im still alive?
Just another day riding in this fucked up life
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