I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
No more games, Imma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screaming on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
They said I had to make music that would have the kids feintin’
Screamin', make nuttin' wit' a meanin'
(But..) I ain't know the meanin'.
They told 'em go Hollywood
For a split-second thought I probably could
But pollee on, would I be understood?
Told me even if you not able to cop cable
Anytime you hit the club you better have a table.
Told me they would take me out my worse
Told me "image is everything”
(So I...) Told 'em I'd obey my thirst (whoa!)
Told me do what'chu gotta or what'chu on
Hit the scene, make it rain -
I told 'em I'm already in the storm.
Anything's in an uproar (whoa)
They told me front, I said what for? (I mean whoa)
Said it again, I said, fuck y'all!
I won't succumb to all the stereotypes
Won't sacrifice me for what the stereo hypes.
They told me get in where you fit in -
This is what's in demand now
(So I...) Told 'em why try to fit in when you a stand out? Oh...
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you're the user
Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
But they don't know about the stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew
Flipping oldies 62's
'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-AI-D
That's why my mom hates me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
Yeah
I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending half the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math without getting blast away
I wake up to the same problems after today
Life is harsh, niggas got a right to spark
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of nine
I tend to mine and to surrender to crime
Wouldn’t wish this on nobody like the end of like mine
Ever since i was quite young a nigga been in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque, rap ain’t even all its cracked up to be
Niggas dont stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
trapped in, claustrophobic the only way out was rapping
America don’t understand it, the demographics i tapped in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high, under God's grey skies
My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they
let they AK's pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween, check out the murder scene
Can't help but duplicate the
violence seen on the screen
My homies dyin 'fore they get
to see they birthdays
These is the worst days,
sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth,
sometimes I look for proof
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
Does it matter if you blood or you cuz
Remember how it was, the picnics and
the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness,
raised by a single mother
I'm tryin to tell you when it's on
You gotta keep your head to
the sky and be strong, most of all hold on
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
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