Beat and cuts by Mr J of Bad Rookie Records - http://www.myspace.com/daburningerman
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Lyrics
We got investigators, interrogators, impersonators, imitators,
Instigators, immigration ...its the way this -->
simple nations sinful natives livin aimless-ly
in this dangerous reef. So kids just reach for they bangers
On the streets where they reppin, bare feet, shit stepped in
hard calluses, stubbed toes but they keep trekking
Teach lessons like: If ya chest aint pressed in,
you’ve still got enough breath to keep on wrestling
Not a "hard knocker", drink vodka with dark soda
soon as ya bro showed up... its been so sewed-up
===and shipped, over my lips -like slick ice bricks,
write hits... putting bits of my life at a glimpse
I dont do this for the money dude, I do this cuz i'm hungry
cuz these kids want me to be "something" so they keep bumping me
Unbelievably, i'm living humbly... Troubles in front of me
makin me wanna be ugly, son of a nunnery
raining and thundering on me, but I stay dry.
Lay wide awake mind strays far from the straight line,
all of the artist tryina make it, why'd they play mine?
forget it, I'm having a great time in this grape vine
Verse 2
i never could a guessed that my thoughts expressed would impress you
paint the right picture i can mentally molest you
my views creep in ya ears breed and infest you
depress you, if you for some reason i ever left you
its crazy... all i did was pick up a page
jot a few lines daily, look at the rage
it was amazing, standing in the pouring rain
just meditating, covering every paper with pain
self medicating, til i turned it into a game
just elevating, my flow and the things i say
until I made me, mother fuckin f to tha A
a-k-a "mista hold a ransom for the game"
i paint pictures of heaven if satan lived in it
projecting images of hard life with soft penmanship
descriptive verses go unheard by the ignorant
too much work for their brain to convert to the different shit
pull triggers wit words
drink liquor, slur the ink quicker
with rhythm i bring with em,
just makin em each thicker
a broken home leads to broken bones
now they homeless with a broken soul
sleeping on the streets in the freezing cold