I use to be the man in this song. I can't believe we've come so far. I say WE because I couldn't have done it alone!
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
I was reflecting on when I was young, dumb & full of rum when I wrote this. These verses are not lies so don't take them for a joke.
Lyrics
In Control
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by Fidel
[VERSE 1]
I was low-key in a cab
With a stash of mine
Nothin’ that serious,
Delirious piece of asinine.
Like Michael you’s a dime
But’cha azz sometimes,
Be stoopin’ so damn low
And it trash my shine.
Maaaan pass them vines, Shelly!
Should relax sometimes.
Always babysittin’ the past,
JUST BAG DEM DIMES!
I could hear it in her voice,
As it lagged this time.
Made the choice in her head
That she’d had her time.
OH WELL, THEN SO LONG!
Then she adds a line...
I’M PREGNANT,
And I don’t think
That you the dad sometimes.
See what happens when you gamble
It’s a matter of time.
Bad blood all around you
And you splattin’ inside.
Manufacturer of bastards,
OH THAT’S THE TIME!
See you on Montel,
Is you the baby daddy or am I a
Target, in the desires
Of the Cosby conspire.
It make me mad sometimes.
JUST MAKES ME MAD SOMETIMES!
[CHORUS](2x)
In control,
Only umpteen years old
And I swear that I know.
I ain’t fearin’ that I’ll go.
On the low...
I could be exposed to the burden
Stay hurtin’ to divulge
Stay burnin’ in the coal.
Where I been?
Everywhere carryin’ my sin.
Gettin’ dough for my friends yo
That really wasn’t friends.
On a binge...
Wetter than a duck
WHAT THE PLUCK!
Till my wings are all gone
Now an angel that is stuck.
[VERSE 2]
Slid over to Poox house
And even though the truth hurts
The truth’s out.
Now a truce is out the question.
I presume doubt.
So get’cha weight on,
Gut filled and don’t debate on
The movement.
My crew lack fools who hate on...
Ya doings,
Be the thermostat to make ya days warm
Thangs wrong,
But all around the world, same song.
So stay on
And whatever you can gauge, GWON!!!
Up in the, melee & mayday
You may mourn.
They say,
A black baby is a slave born.
S’why we...
House n*** z & get our blame on.
If you, ‘bout to grill
Then get’cha flame on.
Word of mouth a
Get’chu stuck up in a state farm.
Ever heard of,
House Corrections in the Bay boy?
Stay still, raise ya arms
Cough big buns,
Be wanting to spray on ‘em.
Pray bond,
All the way until ya days gone.
Similar to Similac or breast fed
I stay torn!
[CHORUS]
VERSE 3
And for my unborns,
That were lost in vain
I think I’d rather it be the gun war
To cost you your slain.
No matter how I live or die young,
It’s scorches the same.
Sunk in the world from the oxygen
Abortion’s to blame!
Nothin’ deferred the apostolate
He pump in ya veins.
Li’l girl or papi’s first son
The Boston surname.
& it was YOU that I was hopin’ for
We family the same.
This was determined by the crossfire
Of spiritual war flames.
Now every time your mamma walk by
I think of the rain.
Like you was hung out to dry
A modern day coat-hang.
What type of man am I or would be
Reversin’ disdain?
Hurt & ashamed, though I was...
What’s the worse I could claim?
[CHORUS](2x)
