Lyrics:
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
Leave it to me all this shit it's gone change
Got left in the streets don't you see the remains
My eyes teared up all I see is the pain
Just queued my
ever be born again
In my time, I try to stay true steps on the game
And if you niggas thinking like me, do the same
Which is one minute ya smiling,
childish and it's silly
But I think it's you in my room, by the bed
(...yes, I told you it was silly...)
And I know
I took strange pills
But I never
grip, she holding tight to my wrist
She screaming: "Don't let me slip"
She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips
True when I told you
of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you
the demons in my mind
With these people trying to find
A way and a reason to keep you from my life
So today I sit and I write
Some ghetto poetry and it goes
Used the same rocks to build my mansion
One big house on a little old street
We fell in love with Little Bo Peep
Look
Would you tell me that I'm
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
our place
Forgive my language
For the words that i say
I'm a middle class homie
From the 3rd world state
Rep the street hustle
You can see it in my face
I hope the ogs Rest in peace
Like Malcom X and Mobba Deep
Cuz rap was so much better when it came up through the streets
And if you follow like
about men today.
Let's move on to women. How are you?
[Woman]:
Okay.
[Adam Sandler]:
My name's Barry Lakin.
[Woman]:
Hi.
[Adam Sandler]:
Hi. What's
Tears in my eyes as I look up
I'm tryin' to hold back my pride but reality is screamin'
Gotta get a job 'cause momma also screamin'
Streets are just like
time
Trapped like you niggas in traps bathed in powder and crime
Programmed by idiot boxes your top's a box of rocks
They programmed to raid up your spot
thinking of sucking blood like leeches
But we are aware and it is like a stone that we throw at you
We make decisions in the moment, but what is really
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
up high in a tall gum tree
Look
The morning sun is beginning to rise above this big wide land
It's time to explore
Are you ready to go
I hope so
Today
it's for survival
As if it's the last sip of water I'll ever get
Ribs visible, eyes bloodshot, thrusting away
Got my cob looking like Mexican street
through the
Sky in the clouds, I said ay yo, watch this
Hail mary fly, keep on
Runnin' keep on gunnin' with this
Fire in my eyes, and I'm sky high
I'm sky
up a rock and
It totalled my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
fryin'
The family's behind you if you're worthy
Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey
Troops with scully hats and Timberland
you're in the dark
I've been a stranger ever since we fell apart
I feel so out of sea
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel
the spoken word
(By the spoken word)
In a world where
(In a word where)
Only time will tell
(Only time will tell)
Through my eyes
(Through my eyes)
Dead
a change in me)
I've been born again (I said a change, a change)
Oh, I'm not a casanova
My playin' days are over
I think I'm gonna start me a fire
Got
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