Jo! listen to my words
listen to my rap
listen 'cause this song is not just another act
I ain't trying to play it cool
I ain't trying to play it tough
All I’m trying to do here is make a statement that’ll last
When I put on a rap cd
I can feel how the earphones begin to bleed
All the blood and the pain just rushing through my brain
I feel this is too much man I need to take a brake
If I ain’t black does this mean that I can’t rap?
Well what about Eminem bitch? fuck that!
Oh yeah but he comes from the hood
So he can say "I’ll kill you motherfocker!" and then it’s all good
Well I ain’t black
And no I’m not packed
So maybe you think that my rap is all wacked
But homie guess what I ain't going into crack
just to make myself famous and get some money in the bank
I’m tired of this shit
Only trying to make hits
Never focused on the words that you’re telling to these kids
Then you see on the news
That just out of the blue
Some kid lost his mind killed everyone in his school
Then you look back
But now it’s too late
How the fuck did this happen when did we lose our faith?
(chorus x2)
In this business every rap always talks about a gat
Making money in the streets to the kids selling crack
Fucking hoes, shooting bros
Treating friends as they were foes
I don’t know were this is going
But I ain't going down that path
Just wait a minute there
Let me see if I got this straight
If I get to fuck three different girls everyday
Then I’m a real man and I’ll get your respect
Until I go to the clinic and find out that I’ve got aids
What about the tradition, a wife and some kids
If I’m willing to get that does it mean I’m kind of gay?
If I grew up in a normal family
Then I’m just a loser cause I lived happily?
Should I get a gun and some respect on the street?
Can’t rest my head on the pillow or even try to fall asleep
Without thinking about the fucker that I dissed heavily
Might come back with his pack put an end to my career
Maybe worst, in his thirst
Trying to get some revenge
He might go against my family
Now I got plenty to avenge
But what for, If I lose everything I care about
Then what good will it make if I blast that fucker out
I guess I’ll just stay in my boring loser life
Where I can walk down the street without looking to both sides
For the trail of some nigga in a funny looking ride
Who might come out of nowhere put a bullet through my head
And I ain’t scared when I walk down the street with my girl
Cause I ain’t fuckin up my life and sure as shit I ain’t goin to jail
(chorus x2)
In this business every rap always talks about a gat
Making money in the streets to the kids selling crack
Fucking hoes, shooting bros
Treating friends as they were foes
I don’t know were this is going
But I aint going down that path
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