Music

Lyrics

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Written and Produced by: Bryant “P” Robbins

Mixed by: Brent Kolatalo and Bryant P. Robbins

This life is full of QUESTIONS with no ANSWERS so we GUESSING
Wonder why we STRESSING, learning LESSONS counting BLESSINGS
Trying to dodge CORRECTIONS too many WITNESS no PROTECTION
From the poorest SECTIONS still nothing CHANGE after ELECTIONS
In the wrong directions, we see the DOTS but no CONNECTIONS
Blocks is pouring weapons, niggas get KNOCKED not cuz CONFESSIONS
Bet its war in Heaven, Politicians, crooked REVERENDS
Lying to they BRETHREN, we FOOT the BILL now in COLLECTIONS
World full of INFECTIONS swallow the PILL no INJECTIONS
SHIT still need DIGESTION only thing REAL is my REFLECTION
This is my profession, not just the “MALE” am I ADDRESSING
Cuz WOMEN be messing with NUMBER 2’S like they be TESTING
Still breaking the rules, like we some fools stopping PROGRESSION
We shake and we move trying to avoid the next RECESSION but
Basically lose and end up in a GREAT DEPRESSION
We BROKE so we BRUISE until we get a “PIECE” or RESTING
Peeps bustin they tools letting off STREAKS of they AGRESSION
Just stuck in the mood of those ABUSED from the OPPRESSION
So DRUGS they go USE, not just a HABIT an OBSESSION
No VOICE for our VIEWS, except in the BOOTH for a SESSION
The method I choose to change America’s perception
Are really just tools that I was born with call em blessings
But some call em JEWELS with no relation to a NECKLACE
I pray for them FOOLS who in this life still living WRECKLESS
Be Watching the news, watching for DUDES who trying to CATCH US
Them BOYS IN THEM BLUES keep THINGS TO DO up on they CHECKLIST
So all day they cruise, around our homes and disrespect us
It’s us they abuse, but when we need them they NEGLECT US
Like CLOCKS when you SNOOZE blocks full of goons HUNGRY for BREAKFAST
Use SOCKS in they SHOES to carry loaded SMITH and WESSONS
You SHOCKED and CONFUSED?? I find it rude they can’t protect us
Just WATCH for them CLUES…you’ll see it’s true that they expect us
To DROP OUT of SCHOOLS, STOCK lots of BOOZE so it affects us
Like SHOCKS in a FUSE, SHOTS make you OOZE they wanna wet us
Like tops in a kooz (*Jacuzzi*) We will not LOSE but still they BET US
Punch CLOCKS for the DUES?? Shit I refuse if you go sweat us/
WATCH stocks on the TUBE, at least give us LUBE if you go SEX us
It’s lots we can do to get our BREAD and CHEESE up if they “LETTUCE”
Don’t believe its only enough for one SANDWICH that’s what they tell us
The game is SCREWED up they give us HAMMERS just to NAIL us
Now we stuck with all our TOOLS in a BOX
They gave my partner 10 years just for moving them rocks, is we losing or not?
All that’s on the news is who’s getting shot…
And since my kind do most the time…I guess it’s COOL that we HOT
Don’t lose me, the PLOT, THICKENS as we DROOL and we SNOT
Long as we content wit gettin’ bent we won’t be ruling the spot
It’s hard enough paying the rent, always moving from spots
And since my kind ain’t got lots, I peep these
CAUSE IN EFFECT, It’s crazier than DEATH IS
Praying that the words I spit ain’t falling on no DEAF EARS
From slavery we wept tears, from all of them kept years
Do this for my peeps who never got the chance to rep theirs
Some people take the ELEVATOR to the top, I step STAIRS
Starting from the bottom was the same place where I left fears
Reached another level showed the devil that he’s less fierce
Don’t ask HOW, WHAT, and WHY got to HEAVEN cuz WHO the HELL cares
Put work in for the GOVERNMENT, jeopardizing my WELFARE
Funny the same GOVERNMENT jeopardizing our HEALTHCARE
Hate to push the buttons but come on just being real here
U feel me tell me hell yea…hell yea*

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Hook: They say you die or go to prison
If you trying for a vision, be surprised the more you listen
Use your mind with more precision, this is my and your decision
Peep the science on religion cuz we dying for a living (2x)

Wanna get into my mind, first off gotta understand some stuff
I live with the visions of GOD all the time, and what his plan’s for us
But cuz there’s a difference between yours and mine, shouldn’t mean mine not enough
I deal with this type of thing all the time, but man this time it’s tough
Your GOD say’s the world’s coming to an end, my GOD says that’s a bluff
Though one day somebody’s GOD will be right, hope he spares time for us
I know you don’t got much attention these days to rappers that’s conscious but,
My GOD put me on here to breathe life into ya’ll unconscious butt
It’s difficult to describe all these demons indeed it’s rough
It’s like I’m on DEATHROW with two BADBOYS named MASE and PUFF
I swear I’d rather see more of the youth in the booth than placed in cuffs
Cuz it’s a SCARY MOVIE I wish we can SPOOF but it’s way too much
Somebody tell the panel change the channel, I’ve taken all I can handle
Look at what the fame can grant you, that pain is very substantial
Once your attitude is CAN DO, nothing there is that you CAN’T DO
BLOW IT like a CANDLE, you can FLIP IT like a SANDAL can’t you?

Hook

Done closed my eyes for too long now I’m staring at the gates
I know since time moved on that one day I’d meet my fate but wait
Today can’t be that date
No way that I can delay like I do everyday and somehow show up a little bit late
I’m in this mind state cuz I procrastinate
And I don’t know how long this grind takes for blind sakes
Don’t really know how this life shit relates to primates
Minus the crying and the lying would have told you it’s been great
A lot of curves in the road but yo its straight
A lot of jealous ass hoes I know its hate
Dealt with lots of shit on my plate, carried every pound of my weight
Whether or not I was eating, it came to BEEF I was STEAK
Seldom ever got second chances, a few breaks
In a search for all the answers my clues was mistakes
Its like, reciting my life in the booth with six takes
Too many of my DOGS were never MAN’S BEST FRIENDs more like snakes
Its high stakes

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Why must we saturate this game with massive hate and masturbate
When others graduate and then congratulate that that’s their fate
It’s not a faster wait, you only smash your face from flashing weight
Making fashion statements knowing half them fakers never make ends ever meet
Cuz they spend they money on the dumbest fashions every week
Its always this or that about another habit when they speak
Its always something negative or even tragic
Some say when it comes to this spitting shit I’m sicker than Magic
That’s a side bar, ride wit ya dog we go ride far
And plus we riding in a fly car….back on the subject
Probably spent too much time round people I was taught not to fuck with
Refuse to be someone that I’m not even if bitches love it
Quick to criticize, come time to recognize most are reluctant
Won’t ever hear me say I’m the shit, I just piss in public
Mis-education one must forget its time to lift above it
Starting with lyrics us rappers spit and topics we discussing
Think about all the advice and wisdom that your kids is trusting
And then you wonder why your kids is cussing
We need to give em’ the vision instead of wishing that the shit was nothing
Start it and finish and that’s the very end of that discussion
Cuz if we breed em’ means we gotta lead em’
Can’t act like we don’t really need em’ cause how else we go defeat em’
We gotta get BACK our SPACE I mean how else we go DELETE em’
Once we gone without a trace you’ll know the grace is how we freed em’Read em’*

Bridge: It’s just one try, just one time, just one life you’re given
And in due time you go find that you just died for a living (2x)

DYING FOR A LIVING WE DYING FOR A LIVING WE DYING FOR A LIVING WE DYING (2x)

Babies crying, mothers dying, and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you’ve got me locked down
You’ve got me locked down (2x)

WHAT WE DOING? DYING!!

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Lyrics:
Hook: I gots to tell you how it is when you just a little kid and you Coming Out Da Sticks
Now just because we in the WOODS don’t mean niggas Ain’t getting BRICKS
But since everybody BROKE they sent me to give ya’ll a FIX
I’m just COMING OUT DA STICKS!

I gots to tell you how it is when you just a little kid and you Coming Out Da Sticks
Now just because we in the WOODS don’t mean niggas Are getting BRICKS
But since everybody BROKE they sent me to give ya’ll a FIX
I’m just COMING OUT DA STICKS!

Born in Manning, raised in Alcolu
They called me P-Nut, short skinny ass rapper dude…thought I ain’t see much
Kept a witty ass attitude, but no special features
Walked some pretty fast miles in shoes…let me help you reach us
Lived in town with about 1000 dudes and 1000 preachers
Not on the map, but we stayed on the news…that’s all they teach us
Thuggin or sports the only options to choose…for all us creatures
Or polishing tools, making up mu-sic in the bleachers
Chose the latter, since they say it’s suppose to matter
If the goals you going after, take plenty practice to capture…I stepped my game up
But it was hard to climb the ladder and still avoid all the rapture
Especially when over half the people on the same stuff
There was a few that were quite different but you couldn’t blame us
Wanted to grow up and be rich…while some others famous
These just the feelings that get when your town is nameless
And if you’re somewhere in the Sticks you know this how the game is

Hook

COMING OUT DA STICKS, where it ain’t much opportunity
Just hopes and dreams or so it seems for things most never grew to see
They say we all had choices, but depending on what you choose to be
Teacher said I could be president…I told her that was news to me
See all I wanted was presidents, cuz I really didn’t have none usually
A life of crime cost too much time so music, I pursued with ease
Rapping felt like Trapping, seems what happened when I would make a beat
Niggas called it DOPE, tell me give me that HEAT, I was pressing them NOTES, moving them KEYS
I swear no joke man, ain’t no tease, ain’t no fast lanes no H-O-V’S
Where the 8-0-3’s in parentheses, people stuck in they ways and they tendencies
For a while had to leave, cuz what’s meant for me I had to find it
Too easy to be close minded when you blinded by confinement
So much talent in Carolinas, only thing is you gotta find us
When you do you go stand behind us, don’t fast forward just rewind us
On the real now let’s be honest, it’s our time and this is timeless
Just showing as I’m flowing and we growing cuz we grinding, listen

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17 years still it wasn’t no relaxing/I signed up for a stay with Uncle Samuel L. Jackson
For 5 straight years man I was ready for that action
But all over my bread cuz my Uncle Sam was taxing
The whole mission at first was to go to school and stacking
But still making moves rapping, get out and don’t come back in
But things don’t always happen the way we want for us black men
The same is true today as it was for even back then…just facts friend
To all my hoods back in them woods I say bout time we came out
Who thought we could that ought we should touch down and turn the game out
Ain’t trying to brag, just trying to use these tags to put our name out
Won’t STOP until this DROP better ROLL and DRAG or put that FLAME out
See I don’t need to brag to show my ass, or a weather forecast to throw my cashWasn’t raised with a lot, but the little I had, still give it all back with the riddles and pads
If today is my last, I’m going out on a limb until I break it
COMING OUT DA STICKS, only one shot I got to take it*

Hook

Song Name: LETTER 2 MY TEACHER
Album: Dying 4 A Living

Lyrics
Prelude:
Before you CATCH the BEAT(down)
I’ll let you feel the beat now, before you catch the BEATDOWN – 3x

You told me that opportunity knocks
So I took shots to get lots, just kick rocks
If you ain’t willing to walk a mile in my socks/I give props to anybody that ever came from my block And faced glocks,
yet still survived the ride they call to the top, it don’t stop
Hope you remember us bastards, showing our asses in your English classes
Seeing who finish our work the fastest, knowing we ain’t gonna pass it
Homework on BASES and ACIDS cuz we coming from homes with ADDICTS
Beyond basic MATHEMATICS look at all what we was ADDING
You never hyped me UP, all you did was write me UP
Your word against mine, didn’t matter, Tex light me UP
FOUR out of FIVE of you would sleep on me, the other ONE might be UP
Probably explains why school was only cool when I had Nike stuff
Told me that there were no dumb questions, but why do I feel like a fool for asking
Why you never took me seriously? Though you knew my passion
Maybe you didn’t know me, first name, last name of Kobe
You called me on the role, but never came to my third row seat
Don’t get me wrong you taught me, everything bout hypocrisy
My role in this democracy, striving for mediocrity
Good thing I didn’t listen, at times relied on my vision
To bring my dreams to sight, would write after school in detention
That you gave me for maybe accusations of being lazy
You questioned my DRIVE, but said that I would drive you crazy
See, the type of thing that gets to ME, to YOU is probably a mystery
How could you teach history yet still fail to even mention me?
Other than in them chains; what you think that do to my brain?
Images of pain on a daily basis could stain
Even the purest mind, now can I go the bathroom… “Sure its fine”
Don’t need to use it, cutting class to work on my music
It wasn’t meant to be for my identity to be referred to as “Whatchamacallit”
Often your memory gave you the tendency probably because you were an alcoholic
Go out of your way just to fix my behavior, but never concerned when my grades were falling
Some feedback on buying a weedsack, was that the reason for why you were calling?Was it the reason for why you were frontin’ whenever you wanted…
you know how you done it
Was far from the GOAL but still I never PUNT it, on 4th and Forever still I’m gonna RUN it
Despised 99’s because I could make 100s inside of my mind it feels like I’ve been running
Run out of this time and then now I’ve got nothing, you gave me the PLAYS but I knew you were BLUFFING
Wasn’t the end of the discussion
Cuz A few of you, and you know who,
are the reason WHY I’m doing HOW I’m doing WHAT I like to do
Words of encouragement, you showed me that you liked me too
Growing up, I even wanted some days to be just like you
Showing up so many days, my duty now I gots to do
Still thanking GOD daily that my path had somehow got to you
You seemed to have all the answers to every issue that I brought to you
Plus you never judged me or even told me what I not could do
No Time(*TOM*) to CRUISE or my MISSION is IMPOSSIBLE
It was you who lit that fuse now I refuse to lose at obstacles
And its true I paid my dues to prove that I could make this hot for you
Not a fool while in that school perfecting tools I probably got from you
But you all wanna take credit, forget it…that’s right I said it
If I never PAID attention, how can I ever be INDEBTED
Advice wasn’t always nice, but get to me, I wouldn’t let it
I am who I am cuz who I was, and don’t regret it
So in the mean time, I’m a be willing to learn from my mistakes
And in between time, I’m ready to do exactly whatever it takes for me to achieve mine
And even if no one else out there can relate just please believe I’m
Focused on everything great, allergic to hate, if this don’t reach ya
I hope you cross the finish line first if I don’t beat ya
And if fate says we’ll cross the same time I guess I’ll meet ya
On another track, we can run it back or maybe you can feature
LETTER 2 MY TEACHER*

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Hook: They say you die or go to prison
If you trying for a vision, be surprised the more you listen
Use your mind with more precision, this is my and your decision
Peep the science on religion cuz we dying for a living (2x)

Wanna get into my mind, first off gotta understand some stuff
I live with the visions of GOD all the time, and what his plan’s for us
But cuz there’s a difference between yours and mine, shouldn’t mean mine not enough
I deal with this type of thing all the time, but man this time it’s tough
Your GOD say’s the world’s coming to an end, my GOD says that’s a bluff
Though one day somebody’s GOD will be right, hope he spares time for us
I know you don’t got much attention these days to rappers that’s conscious but,
My GOD put me on here to breathe life into ya’ll unconscious butt
It’s difficult to describe all these demons indeed it’s rough
It’s like I’m on DEATHROW with two BADBOYS named MASE and PUFF
I swear I’d rather see more of the youth in the booth than placed in cuffs
Cuz it’s a SCARY MOVIE I wish we can SPOOF but it’s way too much
Somebody tell the panel change the channel, I’ve taken all I can handle
Look at what the fame can grant you, that pain is very substantial
Once your attitude is CAN DO, nothing there is that you CAN’T DO
BLOW IT like a CANDLE, you can FLIP IT like a SANDAL can’t you?

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Done closed my eyes for too long now I’m staring at the gates
I know since time moved on that one day I’d meet my fate but wait
Today can’t be that date
No way that I can delay like I do everyday and somehow show up a little bit late
I’m in this mind state cuz I procrastinate
And I don’t know how long this grind takes for blind sakes
Don’t really know how this life shit relates to primates
Minus the crying and the lying would have told you it’s been great
A lot of curves in the road but yo its straight
A lot of jealous ass hoes I know its hate
Dealt with lots of shit on my plate, carried every pound of my weight
Whether or not I was eating, it came to BEEF I was STEAK
Seldom ever got second chances, a few breaks
In a search for all the answers my clues was mistakes
Its like, reciting my life in the booth with six takes
Too many of my DOGS were never MAN’S BEST FRIENDs more like snakes
Its high stakes

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Why must we saturate this game with massive hate and masturbate
When others graduate and then congratulate that that’s their fate
It’s not a faster wait, you only smash your face from flashing weight
Making fashion statements knowing half them fakers never make ends ever meet
Cuz they spend they money on the dumbest fashions every week
Its always this or that about another habit when they speak
Its always something negative or even tragic
Some say when it comes to this spitting shit I’m sicker than Magic
That’s a side bar, ride wit ya dog we go ride far
And plus we riding in a fly car….back on the subject
Probably spent too much time round people I was taught not to fuck with
Refuse to be someone that I’m not even if bitches love it
Quick to criticize, come time to recognize most are reluctant
Won’t ever hear me say I’m the shit, I just piss in public
Mis-education one must forget its time to lift above it
Starting with lyrics us rappers spit and topics we discussing
Think about all the advice and wisdom that your kids is trusting
And then you wonder why your kids is cussing
We need to give em’ the vision instead of wishing that the shit was nothing
Start it and finish and that’s the very end of that discussion
Cuz if we breed em’ means we gotta lead em’
Can’t act like we don’t really need em’ cause how else we go defeat em’
We gotta get BACK our SPACE I mean how else we go DELETE em’
Once we gone without a trace you’ll know the grace is how we freed em’Read em’*

Bridge: It’s just one try, just one time, just one life you’re given
And in due time you go find that you just died for a living (2x)

DYING FOR A LIVING WE DYING FOR A LIVING WE DYING FOR A LIVING WE DYING (2x)

Babies crying, mothers dying, and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you’ve got me locked down
You’ve got me locked down (2x)

WHAT WE DOING? DYING!!

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P-Dash:
My shine…it’s hot cuz my mind…it plots
On different ways for me to get this money, shit ain’t really funny, but I know a nigga can’t stop
Bout time, I drop. Mad rhymes, mad props
But everybody wanna take from me, can’t live bummy, expect no love from the cops
Now rewind my life just a few
little spots,
Carolina cornfields cream of the crop
Don’t get too crunk, but still lean when I rock
A lot of niggas like to front like they thugs when they not
A lot of heads fucked up from the drugs that they popped
A lot of shells be hopping out of the slugs when they pop
A lot of hate, you really never see the love on the block,
Wait if you wanna but the shit will never stop
Life moving too fast time to get another clock
A lot of chicks tryna smash think I need another cock
So strange how your life change, got change now you ain’t the same dude that they knew from up the block
Gotta rearrange thoughts and connect all the dots
Plan out my plan before I run out of sand
Build up my knots, without moving them rocks, lick shots and do it all without a gun in my hand
Still in demand, changing the game
Hip-hop was dead, but then I came,
To take away the “Chicken Noodle Soup”, “Lip Gloss” all the “Grills” and tell everybody tuck in they chains/
I know yall in pain but stop throwing fits
Put down them gats and start throwing fists
Recognize real cuz I make hits, I tell it like it is don’t consider this a diss
See I’m tryna spread love fuck all the bullshit,
I’d rather bust nuts than bust a full clip
But trip on mine, Im’a flip one time, won’t be nothing left for me to say cuz that’s it
Do you really understand the words that I spit?
Careless about the work and birds that you flip
Next time bumbs wanna get real dumb and talk all the shit that you got muthafuckers “GET THIS”

Hook: GET money, GET fame, GET planes, GET yachts, GET cars, GET clothes, GET cribs, GET drops, GET bread, GET head, GET brain, GET lots, GET high, GET drunk, touch mine… GET shot/

P-Dash: Lets get it, lets get it what you got,
Why you grillin on a nigga when you knowing that you not gonna do shit
Acting all tough but you really not ruthless,
Studio gangster only know where the booth is
I’m more like a pimp than a gangster on some true shit
Wood all in your girl grill like a toothpick
Oh You were sick Once? Dog I’m “Two” Sick.
Ever since 14 DOG I’m Two VICK
Everybody talk good what about do shit
Everybody want beef what about truces
Its how you get fucked in the ass on some loose shit
Get tough then you wanna chuck deuces
P-DASH and the fam that’s where the truth is, Charlie Marks, NEO that’s where the proof is
Rapping bout what you got that’s useless,
Care less about your stupid car or where the fucking roof is
Can I get a witness, spit it so clear no fear your ears know I handle my business
Say its just a game well if it is then I’m a win this,
From when I begin this til up until the day I finish
Breaking all records and trying to end up in the Guinness,
Giving you bangers straight out the anus til it’s endless
I’m Sick with the Spit and probably need another Dentist, I’m a give you what I got but if you get me you should “Get This”

Hook

Charlie Marks:
What’s a nigga motivation when the haters stop hating
Top 5 debate exclude your name from conversation
You can get a clue, nigga get a job
Drop the fake persona get a new squad
Recruit new troops you can even get a mob
But in dangerous situations all you do is get robbed
Where tough guy juice put your neck in a noose
You ain’t yelling bout your hood yo you yelling get loose
They lie in they bars waiting on they turn
Never live that shit when did they ever learn
These BOYS in the HOOD roast pussy ass niggas
Let a bitch FISHBURNE HITMAN like HEARNS
”GET THIS” go get us rich
Get this get you pissed you consider this a diss
Dip shits on this dick bout to get addicted
New habits for old addicts
Remember that first hit get a new high
Weezing like asthmatics shouldn’t be so savage
But the flows been mastered, I’m a beast down here
So when I spit this rapid shit get more rabid
I’m from where they STRAIGHT JACKIN ’EM or STRAIGHT JACKET’EM
Tackle em or taxing em, tatting em or rattin’ on em
Beef down here we either tagging’em or splatting’ em
Law boys start harassing’em, medics start wrapping em
Get up, get out, get something, get rich get bitch get more birds to pitch
Close mouths don’t get fed so if you don’t get on grind you won’t get shit

P-Dash:
Now do you think that you can tell me what you getting from the heat that we are spittin feel the beat I know its hittin
Charlie Marks, P-DASH never known for bullshittin,
Throw that garbage in the trash come close and have a listen
They say the market bout to crash I’m a stash til it finish,
Foot up on the gas never last bout business
In this society I’m probably labeled as a menace,
But one man’s smile is another man’s grimace
I’m probably in my prime but at the time that’s my premise,
I dedicate this rhyme to the crime I’ve witnessed
One reason now why I’m probably so relentless,
Don’t take offense if I make you feel defenseless
Finally up to bat so I’m swinging for the fences,
Pull rabbits out the hats on tracks a magician
Q-tips for your ears on wax I know you wishing,
So come and get a taste of what the game’s been missing*

Hook (2x)

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HOOK: All cuz what a dick did
She threw away her life all because a nigga dick big
Shorty had her own but fucked around and got evicted
Now she thinking to herself “I’m guess I’m what a dick did” ADICKDID (2x)

She had the world in the palm of her hands, sky was the limit
A nigga wasn’t part of the plans cuz she was timid
The goal was to be a dentist, after school when she finish
Bills paid, deals made, she was handling business
Then she fell in love with a menace
A dude from around the way where she stay and thought that was different
He from the streets and she sweet so peoples was trippin
Cuz he would beat and then sleep and commence to dippin
Signs said he was no good, but loved him cuz he was so hood
Tell me so far that this ain’t a story of someone from yo hood
Time goes by, now she puffin on La
She ain’t never did that shit before she met this guy
Her peeps think she a disgrace, she tell them get out her face
They threaten to kick her out, she say they getting a place
They tell her cuz of her mouth she’ll experience a bitter taste
Only a dick sure would make, better stop before its too late now she’s….

HOOK (2x): Addicted, all cuz what a dick did
She threw away her life all because a nigga dick big
Shorty had her own but fucked around and got evicted
Now she thinking to herself “I’m guess I’m what a dick did” ADICKDID

A little drama from her fam, but that ain’t stopping her from loving him
Plus she don’t give a damn cuz now she just can’t get enough of him
Still don’t understand why people say she shouldn’t fuck with him
Guess she bout to find out after all why she stuck with him
Things going smooth after six months living together
Every now and then she throw hints at him bout forever
He say its go be a while before he exchange them vows
In for all them consonants, shit don’t make no common sense to her
She blows it off but starts to get a little curious
As to why the man she’s deeply in love with ain’t as serious
The more she thinks, she gets mad until mad becomes FURIOUS
FUNNY how being so RAW can make you so DELIRIOUS
But to herself she plays it cool
Choosing to use, her focus on important shit like school
But buddy ain’t a fool, been in the game for a while
And known for breaking the rules with his tools peep the news…
He did a bid she didn’t know about
Over some killings in a crib I think he had to get some dough up out
While she suspicious of other women lying in her linen
This is the end of her beginning of how she became …

HOOK (2x)

Things ain’t no longer peaches and cream now she starting to feel the pressure
Fam still stress her, and she in her last semester
It’s getting hard with the man she thought she loved she bout to breakdown
Bracing for the takedown, she listening to H-town
Noticing a major change in his behavior
He doing more wild shit starting to get braver
Leaving not coming back for like two or three days bruh
She trying to figure out where all the love that he gave her
Questioning his whereabouts while holding back the weeping
Accusing him of creeping, but he say he ain’t been cheating
“If you love me then the purpose you defeating” was his only reply
Before a closed fist blackened her eye
Now he feeling sorry, all apologetic, he said he regret it
She say forget it, and by the way I’m pregnant
She trying to figure how to raise a little and a big kid
She can’t worry bout that now, cuz she’s addicted

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So if you think this story ends happily, then I guess you have to be
Confused on the issues and all things happening now rapidly
Domestic violence leads to broken homes…the real tragedy
Forget the silence each one teach your own so we can battle these
LAWS, cuz they ain’t made em’ this real since GRAVITY
You can cop a plea and still see the HOLE like a CAVITY
Crack and cocaine should be no disparity
But they treat one like a misdemeanor other one a felony
You probably thinking “P-Dash the fuck you trying to tell me”
Other than don’t buy this bullshit they trying to sell me
Addictions can get you into shit that’s hotter than hell Be
Just one of the morals to the story I try to tell these
Girls looking for spice in they life thinking they Mel-B
I spit it with passion of Christ better yet Mel-G.
But will it have an impact or not? Well I guess we’ll see
Cuz living lavish with bad habits don’t make you wealthy
Just addicted to the schemes, just admit it’s just a dream
If ain’t real you know the deal shit ain’t always what it seems
Too easy to get caught up between the two extremes
Employing this song’s theme, avoid it by all means
Addiction’s nothing more than the mentality of the fiends
Societal victims pass down false reality genes
You tired of hearing screams, I’m hired to intervene
With melodies like these I-V’s for the self-esteem
Now it’s time to live the good life that we all at once predicted
Before your life got off track and somewhat contradicted
Too much of what you like can leave your interest conflicted
You’re no longer restricted, no longer addicted/ADICKDID *

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Hook 1: Get up, you need to get up off your ass boy
Get up, you need to get up off your ass girl (4x)

First things first don’t do this rap shit to stand out
My plans bout to minimize the folks holding they hands out
Whether you’re on the corner bumming or all day at your mans house
Relying on government funds, crying cuz they ran out
It’s hard to believe you can RECEIVE when you ain’t RAN ROUTES
When chasing the greed most people bleed cuz it don’t pan out
It’s time to proceed so take heed to what your plans bout
So you can grow SEEDS with no WEEDS then watch your plans SPROUT
Everybody want something but don’t know how to get it
Pride in they way, hide it away and just admit it
Swallow that shit, ask somebody who done did it
Since they done done it, I mean that’s if you want it
Stop gettin blunted
In this world sitting still will get you killed for real
You can’t afford to SCREW AROUND cuz you know the DRILL
The next man might try to CUT YOUR HAND when its time to DEAL
Either that or go SQUEAL, its no APPEAL
You gotta find a way to rise above the NONSENSE
Cuz niggas out here dropping DIMES just to make NINE CENTS
Just try to stay woke, can’t live your life UNCONSCIOUS
Just focus like the PROS and keep your mind off the CON SHIT

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This for my ladies, who probably go spend half of ya’ll lives trying to be Basketball Wives
And to my fellas who got the nerve to still be walking round
Like American Idols when your “Pants on the Ground”
You gotta order your priorities then get up and go
Now they got borders for minorities just ask Mexico
Very few people are FREE while most others are just DUMB
Put that together you can see that that’s how FREE-DOM was one
They promised acres and a mule, but they ain’t free us with none
And try to make us into fools like they ain’t need us for nothing
But look around we still here and we far from worthless
Even though some would disagree you could prove it with purpose
So many things that you could do, so many things that you could be
That can not only help you but could also help me
Anyone can change the world that’s our capability
You gotta learn this HANDS ON, I don’t think you FEELING me
I don’t believe in preaching gimmicks since I’m living to die
I’m all about reaching potential if the limit’s the sky
MOTIVATION is essential got that TIP from T.I.
So I can only GET DOWN with those who GET UP and try
So GET UP

Hook 2: So you looking at your bank account its low on cash
Complaining bout the price of gas, you need to Get Up off your ass
Not concerned about your future cuz you’re stuck in the past
Them old days will be your last unless you Get Up off your ass
Please don’t take your life for granted cuz the time moves fast
If you wanna have a blast you gotta Get Up off your ass
Some people BLOW a lot of GREEN cuz they GROW a lot of GRASS
They just get it how they live don’t hate just Get Up off your ass

I found the BLUEPRINT to a DYNASTY beyond REASONABLE DOUBT
Despite a HARD KNOCK LIFE just to see what it was bout
IN MY LIFETIME I found importance in the friends that you choose
So now I only ROC wit FELLAS who say “I WILL NOT LOSE”
You need to get up off your ass, stop making excuses
Start completing tasks, maybe make a To-Do list
Don’t be a victim of society that shit is old
Find out what you capable of and set some goals
They say they Can but they Can’t stop you, its they plan for them to knock you
People Hate you cuz they Ain’t you, tell you man this shit will shock you
So many out here just ungrateful instead of SHOOTING try to BLOCK you
Meanwhile some others hopeless and they SHOOTING on the BLOCK too
Learned lessons from them old heads who dropped out of high school
Chasing FAST money, funny they stuck in a DRIVE-thru
Struggling minimum wage, probably gotta raise kids
In the PAST couldn’t see their FUTURE how it PRESENTLY is
Live in a world say that’s your baby but can’t tell him its his
If it really takes a village we should get on our biz
Can’t take this life for granted cuz this time moves fast
You wanna get something, you gotta GET UP OFF YOUR ASS*

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I’m sure I probably represent a small percentage
Not at all religious cuz we all suspicious
So many blind from the shine losing all they vision
One man, one mind not narcissism
Cuz GOD is wit em’ but rather GOD is in em’
Some of the people smoke trees let the garden hit em’
Too many weeds no seeds so cigars they split em’
Listen and read take heed as I recall the scripture
I show you all the pictures
This for all my niggas and even those that ain’t
Grade A certified sinners and saints
For everybody capable but still for those that can’t
Understand it was a plan peep the picture I paint
As a youth all I wanted was proof
But all I got was contradictions while in search of the truth
Hungry for knowledge but they telling me I gotta make a dinner decision
At a buffet full of religion, how bout I try em’ all
At least apply em’ all, before I write em’ off
Like taxes, how can I fight em’ off, switch brackets
It’s a war ya’ll, Iraq shit strongest weapon action
I represent a faction of spiritual miracles
Hard heads manifest, blessed with the lyrical
They say that we inferior I find it hysterical
So I spit serial killer shit straight through your stereos every time

Hook: Whatever goes around comes back around
You never know WHAT’S UP til its GOING DOWN
You wanna touch the SKY gotta leave the GROUND
You think you heard it all don’t make a Sound
Everything that glitters always ain’t gold
Read between the lines every story that’s told
Open up your mind let life unfold
Living in Hell in a world so Cold

Many people told me that NOTHING is what I would amount to
For me that meant EVERYTHING and to prove is what I’m out to
Do and since I’m just like you don’t let em’ doubt you
But know everyone with a mouth won’t always talk about you
In a good way, that’s the hood way
I mean “it is what it is” what the hood say
See hate is a disease when your ambition freeze
So keep it moving understood okay
Ya’ll don’t hear me though Cuz I ain’t on the radio
Is it cuz I’m spittin shit the world ain’t ready for?
Don’t even talk about “D” but this is HEAVY tho
You need a SPOT behind these BARS (UPLIFTING flow) Still pressing on
Look at what we resting on
The ground ain’t solid from college now what you testing on?
Just something to acknowledge before the blessing’s gone
No need to fear the consequences people you’ve been warned
See the block that I stays on
Ain’t even trying to see another TRAYVON
But if I’m fighting for my life with a ZIMMERMAN
Does that give me permission to kill him then?
If you don’t feel me I’m a fill you in/(HOW??)
Breathing wisdom from my second WIND (NOW!)
Understand we can never be friends
If my status depends on if I’m wearing church clothes or some Timberlands (WOW!)
Change the dress code get out of impress mode
Then everybody stress mode will feel like a blessed mode
Can’t live RIGHT focusing on the WRONG shit
Life impersonators keeping up with the Jones’s
Or maybe these days we can say KARDASHIANS
Trying but you dying to be in the CAR THAT SHE IN
Selling you a dream, think who’s cashing in
Instead of being fiends behind the scenes of what’s happening
Rap and in trapping, no applause but they clapping
Holy drawers so they scrapping hand to hand like they dapping
”What’s the plan for this action’s” the question I’m asking
Need more BREAD for the BASKET but BASTARDS ain’t passing harder now to breathe
I translate the feelings of brothers with daughters to feed
And combat the spirits of those hypnotized by the greed
My WEAPONS are WORDS in WARS in WHERE everyone bleeds
I’m not claiming a TITLE just performing my DEEDS*

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Hook: Through all the sunshine and the rain, the pleasure and pain
Man I done gone through some thangs only my tears can explain
But every day I maintain, hope I’m not living in vain
Cuz I done witnessed some thangs only my tears can explain
Through all the stress and the strain, the losses and gains
Man I done lived through some thangs only my tears can explain
This life is complicated… it ain’t simple and plain so
These are the thangs only my tears can explain

2006… that’s when I lost my nigga Maine,
And I’m sitting thinking “God damn it here we go again”
Been through this before, started off with my moms
93’ I started to see how this life drop bombs
But stayed calm, I was a kid, guess I had no other choice
Couldn’t describe how I felt it’s like I had no voice
Just a victim of the world, so far don’t know how I made it
Just the hand I was dealt so I said “fuck it, I’ll play it”
Not the best chance or the best hand, but na I ain’t folding
I gave the dice back to life and said “Yea I’m still rolling”
It’s No control whenever you dealing with destiny or fate
The only option is an approach of “let’s just see and wait”
The hate and the love most times will usually balance out
It takes experience to know just what I’m talking about
It’s crazy no doubt, but somehow survived through the years
And describe everyday through my tears…ONLY MY TEARS CAN EXPLAIN

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All cried out, without a hide out, from all the tragedy I’m facing
My heart’s racing, my blood pressure’s up I’m pacing
No medication now I’m tasting liquor without chasing
In hopes of dealing with the results of all this devastation
There’s no answer for this cancer in my generation
Born with a life sentence, no second chances fuck probation
The future keeps me guessing all the time I’m stressing
No such thing as smart questions when you live through these lessons
Can’t even blame me for wanting to leave
When I know the next breath that I breathe ain’t even really guaranteed
My whole existence is a tease, my mindset is suicidal
With every day I’m closer to death, you see it in my vitals
I know the devil’s my rival, but can’t let him have the title
Even though right now he winning and I’m about to go psycho
Gotta break the cycle, cuz this shit here is wrecking my brain
At times I feel insane ONLY MY TEARS CAN EXPLAIN

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So now I’m sitting here with lungs full of nicotine, neck under a guillotine
Someone out there know what I mean, I ain’t even gotta scream
And if I do, tell me who, really go run
And rescue me from the pain before the damage is done
I got a liver full of alcohol, busted lips from mouthing off
Just to prove that I ain’t soft, really ain’t no point at all
What’s the purpose when you worthless, broken homes breeding babies
Better off birthless, I ain’t even grazed the surface
So hard to accept defeat when you know you trying
But yet so easy to go to sleep when you know you dying
The funny thing is that in both cases somebody crying
And if you listening saying that ain’t you, you probably lying
So I ain’t buying or relying on the speech of the man
Who ain’t never buried his face in his hands, understand that
It’s really never been a such thing as pride
Cuz if it is, it’ll show in your eyes, ONLY MY TEARS CAN EXPLAIN*

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Hook: I got to say this in your EAR
So can you listen loud and CLEAR
U wanna make it disappEAR
Well then you gotta get NEAR
U can not blame it on a BEER
But you can blame it on a TEAR
U feel it more than once a YEAR
Everybody feel the FEAR

They say its creeping all the time so you might as well just face it
Just keep it off your mind unless you trying to shine these bracelets
These jewels are two of a kind, the COLOR so BLIND its probably RACIST
U chasing this in your prime you can recline and probably hate this
Was always ahead of my time, on the grind, ADVANCED was my PLACEMENT
Admit that its funny inside, when I try, often sometimes I can taste it
Nights that I was spending wasted, high strung and hung over in basements
So many times it didn’t make sense, but the recipe for greatness
What a wait list
But I made this… journey despite each way life could turn me
Inside me FIRE can’t BURN me, Cold as ICE CUBEs, HIGHER LEARNING
Makes me on another level with GODS and DEVILS
ATTORNEYS wanna label me a rebel too much BASS kept me in TREBLE (*trouble*)
As a kid I had no lid looking back on the things I did
But I hid whenever that bid of that one feeling appeared
Slinging them PITCHES over DIAMONDS CATCHING STRIKES at HOME we SLID
Just a secret you can peep it JUST COME HERE

Hook:

You in denial with what you hearing then F your EARS
The verses that I “WRITE” will be LEFT for years
Sort of like commandments to organize the planets
But now you’re probably thinking who cares/Its just a FEELING that don’t mean that you SCARED
It’s like you READY that don’t mean you PREPARED
You been LIVING for a while that don’t mean that you ALIVE
Cuz you DYING that don’t mean that you DEAD
Street Cred not a cop-out for a college dropout
Frontin’ for an image when he should’ve stayed in school
Wanna try the block out seeing what them rocks bout
Lack of role models got him thinking that it’s cool
FEAR was a FACTOR in becoming an actor
Fighting getting knocked out playing with them tools
Body in CHALK cuz them boys BANK SHOTS for his POCKETS
And I ain’t even talkin’ bout POOL
Look fool I need a CUE if you tryna BREAK BALLS
But I’m kinda like “Damn everybody break laws”
All because a girl FINE don’t mean that she ain’t LOST
On the ROAD read the SIGNS before your LINES get CROSSED
Circumstances affecting your chances
Of finding the answers starting in your mind
Perception is reality for those who blind
Deceptive mentalities are highly inclined
To react to the lack or the pack of information
Responsible for threatening situations
Some blame GOD others say SATAN
Until the end of time we’ll all be waiting
On the verdict have you converted
Or been diverted from how its worded
I’ma tell you something now…
BUT DON’T TELL NOBODY ELSE WHERE YOU HEARD IT….

Hook:

Now tell me how can anybody hate love?
And if you do then what are you afraid of
Maybe its your mind or the things you’ll find deep down like what you’re really made of
Take it as a sign if you ever get behind that there’s more to the grind than a Pay Stub
See the truth is here that we all feel fear, I’ma tell you I ain’t lying man straight up
What’s on your mind for the day?
Living with a vision in a prison called time for a day
Crime on display, affecting people who ain’t equal major cities you and I’m gonna stay
Rhymes gonna pay
What don’t eat you gotta feed you either way in the dirt you lay
Injection LETHAL…
That’s why your face turn blue and your hair turn gray
Only person that can beat you in the mirror everyday
Close your eyes feel the spirit through the lyrics that I say
Recognize facing fear is how you make it go away
Strategize how to clear it from your life in everyway
Only lies an appearance that ain’t even here to stay
If you try you can beat it all you gotta do is pray
And apply every teaching that you learning here today, plus OH BY THE WAY… *

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Hook: Stories of Injustice…now I done heard many, but none closer to home than George Stinney, George Stinney
Stories of Injustice…I know I heard plenty, but none closer to home than George Stinney, George Stinney
Stories of Injustice…I’ve probably heard twenty, but none closer to home than George Stinney, George Stinney
Stories of Injustice…I’ve heard too many, but none closer to home than George Stinney, George Stinney

P-Dash: The birthday of 2pac Shakur, 1944
The youngest person executed that America saw
Double murder was the suspicion that led to such a decision
To sentence him to death with no option for life in prison
The setting, my hometown in Alcolu to be exact
Where whites and blacks were separated by the railroad tracks
One day, two white girls ages 8 and 11
Were riding bikes looking for flowers on their stairway to heaven
But the only thing that they found were their bodies dumped in the ground
This Jim Crow South Carolina so somebody had to go down
But such a shame in how they came to point that finger of blame
With no evidence they framed the boy in which this song is named
George Stinney, my thoughts on this subject a pretty penny
In fact I’m convinced the spirit of George lives within me
As I narrate this story for you live from the Cave
I bring the spirit of George Stinney alive from the grave

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George Stinney: Nobody down here were SAINTS, it was more than a couple BOUNTIES
But these the type of things was going on up in Clarendon County
Was raised up around big boys I mean more than a couple CLOWNEYs
And was a little twig boy, still couldn’t keep trouble from round me
I’ll never forget that day when they say when that they had found me
Guilty of double murder, false accusations astounding
Evacuated my family, racists accusers surround me
Searching for faith in God, my heart was ruthlessly pounding
I was scared, nervous, and crying have no choice to admit it
They even tried to give me ice cream to tell them I did it
When I wouldn’t budge they roughed me up to teach me a lesson
And then use words I never spoke man what a joke a confession
Was never even recorded, yet still my lawyer ignored it
Didn’t even ask for an appeal, said that we couldn’t afford it
Now just imagine how I felt when I was being extorted
Merely hopes of HEAVEN was how my HELL on EARTH was rewarded
Never imagined the day would come I’d have to sit on the Bible
To fit the electric chair, don’t ask me why I shit on the Bible
Under 3 hours to deliberate, so much for a trial
14 in South Carolina (huh) so much for a child
A fool can do the math on this case, its really not advanced
A black defendant PLUS an all white jury EQUALS NO CHANCE
I guess spending my DAYS INN jail wasn’t a RESORT
Memories haunt me of that day they had me up in that court
I couldn’t understand a thing you see words was getting advanced now
I rose my hand to ask they said “nigga just put your hands down”
Shortly after, jury came back, said it was hands down
And spoke the words that probably make you wish you pulled your pants down
The only thing I could think was “it was in Gods hands now”
”Fuck if he’s a child” (the last words I heard before we ran out)
Man that shit was wild but those were the things that stand out
A lot I can’t remember tell the truth it’s all a blur now
You’re now, in a position since I done gave you permission
To tell my story make them listen hear me.…

P-Dash: “SURE WOW”

George Stinney: See things will never change until the truth is embraced
I know its strange I got convicted with no proof in my case
But in this world you live in these are the things you must face
Learn from histories mistakes or else your life is a waste
People only remember me cuz it was such a disgrace
But one of many men whose life would end because of his race
But not a race to a finish line, on JUNE 16th
”SHED SO MANY TEARS”, “BUT LIFE GOES ON”, “UNTIL THE END OF TIME”
Some would just see those as quotes, but please listen and take notes
There’s no justice without hope hard to cope
Everything is life is a plan, but how much is really a plot
Why didn’t I get a chance they never gave me a shot
For justice was all I asked but justice I never got
Just a little… not a whole lot…for George Stinney*

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