EVERYBODY MAKE A VERSE SPEAKIN ON ISSUES THESE DAYZ...
- Thread starter carlos
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damn...here go..
when i think about this place, my body gets cold/
fact is, america aint what i was told/
poverty level rising while the rich get rich/
mom and pops told me "son, lifes a bitch"/
so i started the grind and got on my hustle/
pushin wieght, stayin-on-top, aint gettin lost in the shuffle/
cause no body wants to see you when you aint got no cheddar/
got my shit stackin, so you can say that im living better/
no matter the weather gotta get up and get it
friends all left me, and the family wont take time to visit/
but that is now, i dont wanna think ahead/
cause the way life goes, only thing promised is death/
and i know its comin, just like Moon at night/
got the gun to my head, pull it?,
yea i might/
cause i cant take flight and get off this earth/
knew i was cursed, cause pops told me it stormed the day of my birth/
whatever the hurt ima try and maintain/
but i had to type this here to get it off my brain....
-jlmacn
5000
when i think about this place, my body gets cold/
fact is, america aint what i was told/
poverty level rising while the rich get rich/
mom and pops told me "son, lifes a bitch"/
so i started the grind and got on my hustle/
pushin wieght, stayin-on-top, aint gettin lost in the shuffle/
cause no body wants to see you when you aint got no cheddar/
got my shit stackin, so you can say that im living better/
no matter the weather gotta get up and get it
friends all left me, and the family wont take time to visit/
but that is now, i dont wanna think ahead/
cause the way life goes, only thing promised is death/
and i know its comin, just like Moon at night/
got the gun to my head, pull it?,
yea i might/
cause i cant take flight and get off this earth/
knew i was cursed, cause pops told me it stormed the day of my birth/
whatever the hurt ima try and maintain/
but i had to type this here to get it off my brain....
-jlmacn
5000
maaaan that shit was deep that was crack foreal i feel it...
i feel what u sayin dawg, people just can't have it dere way
wish dey could wit out problems but money brings hate
and shit is fucked up it got worse to where u can die
wit gunshots, to much stress, makes me wanna quit life
i'm trynna make dis lifestyle da rite way buh niggaz is crazy
hate spreads out, livin da coo life but cops wanna blame me
thinkin im boutta do a misdeamenor cuz how da way i walk n dress
hopin sons of bitches die cuz this lifes a mess
when i get mad i ride out wit loud music to keep me goin
dats how erybody should feel cuz life keeps growin
dont u hate it wen poeple talk shyt ackin like dey kno shit
but dey really dont da most, wonda why kidz thynk bout throwin em in da ditch
funny how people think we writin for da fuck of it
people need real music cuz dis da only life dey can fit
i aint gotta problem, i talk bout da problems in da society
why people are crazy dese days? well jus look at poverty
so many thangs has changed, poppin guns like it's nothin
we can decrease da hate wit less guns, and keep on fuckin
wonda why kids cry wen parents starts problems
kidz dun wanna kill but it's da onli way to solve it
i've always thought shyt like dis since i was 7
didn't no people really died, thought diz place was heaven
i thought we loved each otha, but now love smotherin each otha
we aint even brothas to God, now u see blood brothas killin each otha
it's so serious it hurts me when it gets on my mind
people dont wanna think like dat, dey forget it by gettin high
it's arite to get high, i dont see nothin wrong wit it
dey be thinkin it's all wrong but u see crooked cops smokin it
i feel what u sayin dawg, people just can't have it dere way
wish dey could wit out problems but money brings hate
and shit is fucked up it got worse to where u can die
wit gunshots, to much stress, makes me wanna quit life
i'm trynna make dis lifestyle da rite way buh niggaz is crazy
hate spreads out, livin da coo life but cops wanna blame me
thinkin im boutta do a misdeamenor cuz how da way i walk n dress
hopin sons of bitches die cuz this lifes a mess
when i get mad i ride out wit loud music to keep me goin
dats how erybody should feel cuz life keeps growin
dont u hate it wen poeple talk shyt ackin like dey kno shit
but dey really dont da most, wonda why kidz thynk bout throwin em in da ditch
funny how people think we writin for da fuck of it
people need real music cuz dis da only life dey can fit
i aint gotta problem, i talk bout da problems in da society
why people are crazy dese days? well jus look at poverty
so many thangs has changed, poppin guns like it's nothin
we can decrease da hate wit less guns, and keep on fuckin
wonda why kids cry wen parents starts problems
kidz dun wanna kill but it's da onli way to solve it
i've always thought shyt like dis since i was 7
didn't no people really died, thought diz place was heaven
i thought we loved each otha, but now love smotherin each otha
we aint even brothas to God, now u see blood brothas killin each otha
it's so serious it hurts me when it gets on my mind
people dont wanna think like dat, dey forget it by gettin high
it's arite to get high, i dont see nothin wrong wit it
dey be thinkin it's all wrong but u see crooked cops smokin it
With the depth that i step, i begin to question death/
sometimes i realize it'd be best if i just left/
We got burnin buildings, terrorism, court killings/
slit throats, hidin bodies, bleeding through apartment ceilings/
I see crime on the daily, i stay grindin steady gritty/
I keep calm composure, while my attitudes simply shitty/
I keep a grin on my mug, sport a ar-15 in ya hood/
Then bitch about the bad, and praise whats good/
I flip to channel 2, expectin some bad news/
preachin no good guns, like we some idiotic foo's/
Everyday i wake up, not expectin this shit/
Wishin somebody would just open a clip, and finish this bitch/
When theres a day that i struggle, low grind, no hussle/
I clip up myself wit a nine and a mussle/
Murderous times went back to shootin up nursery rhymes
Dollar value declines, while the crime rate constantly inclines/
Its got to be a set-up,im in the game and fed up/
Crack, i gotta slang, just to get my change up/
Try to make rhymes, that'll make some sense/
So i can make a buck, just to make the rent/
sometimes i realize it'd be best if i just left/
We got burnin buildings, terrorism, court killings/
slit throats, hidin bodies, bleeding through apartment ceilings/
I see crime on the daily, i stay grindin steady gritty/
I keep calm composure, while my attitudes simply shitty/
I keep a grin on my mug, sport a ar-15 in ya hood/
Then bitch about the bad, and praise whats good/
I flip to channel 2, expectin some bad news/
preachin no good guns, like we some idiotic foo's/
Everyday i wake up, not expectin this shit/
Wishin somebody would just open a clip, and finish this bitch/
When theres a day that i struggle, low grind, no hussle/
I clip up myself wit a nine and a mussle/
Murderous times went back to shootin up nursery rhymes
Dollar value declines, while the crime rate constantly inclines/
Its got to be a set-up,im in the game and fed up/
Crack, i gotta slang, just to get my change up/
Try to make rhymes, that'll make some sense/
So i can make a buck, just to make the rent/
herez mine
wakin up to another day, writing another life chapter//
frearin imma wake up another day and my momz is gonna turn into casper//
knowin that we cant arrest her murderer cuz hiz name iz cervical cancer//
but she'z still fightin back cuz she wuz born a muthafuckin soldier//
knowin she could jus give up and go join the angelz wit my grandfather//
stay strong iz wut she alwayz sayz even though she'z strugglin//
it funny cuz everytime my punk ass popz callz her blood starts bubblin//
so my only escape from this hell hole we call earth iz my muzic//
she alwayz sayz to me "mijo u got a talent use it".
wakin up to another day, writing another life chapter//
frearin imma wake up another day and my momz is gonna turn into casper//
knowin that we cant arrest her murderer cuz hiz name iz cervical cancer//
but she'z still fightin back cuz she wuz born a muthafuckin soldier//
knowin she could jus give up and go join the angelz wit my grandfather//
stay strong iz wut she alwayz sayz even though she'z strugglin//
it funny cuz everytime my punk ass popz callz her blood starts bubblin//
so my only escape from this hell hole we call earth iz my muzic//
she alwayz sayz to me "mijo u got a talent use it".
Born and raised in a region where nothin but hunters-live/
Killin off my people, I'm talkin bout the U.S. government/
Get harrassed if u black-or-brown but aint no backin-down/
Billy club to the ribs the pigs love hearin the crackin-sound/
So I load up & wait, don't play, gotta maintain as a veteran/
On the streets, get a 9 & practice shootin at our President/
Our country be talkin bout freedom~this and freedom-that/
Citizens is clueless, it's like we~exist without needin-facts/
It's all lies comin outta the mouths of these politicians/
Some people call em legit, well shit, I just call-em-bitches/
The world of the filthy rich is closed to us but we-bustin-in/
Bout to rob these bitches of they money like Republicans/
I'm talkin bout taxes, the masses is payin Bush's-rent/
We helpin 3rd world countries but these bitches took-the-rest/
Fuck this, I'm sick and tired of all the damn frustration/
I'm the first to admit this place is just one fucked-nation/
Killin off my people, I'm talkin bout the U.S. government/
Get harrassed if u black-or-brown but aint no backin-down/
Billy club to the ribs the pigs love hearin the crackin-sound/
So I load up & wait, don't play, gotta maintain as a veteran/
On the streets, get a 9 & practice shootin at our President/
Our country be talkin bout freedom~this and freedom-that/
Citizens is clueless, it's like we~exist without needin-facts/
It's all lies comin outta the mouths of these politicians/
Some people call em legit, well shit, I just call-em-bitches/
The world of the filthy rich is closed to us but we-bustin-in/
Bout to rob these bitches of they money like Republicans/
I'm talkin bout taxes, the masses is payin Bush's-rent/
We helpin 3rd world countries but these bitches took-the-rest/
Fuck this, I'm sick and tired of all the damn frustration/
I'm the first to admit this place is just one fucked-nation/