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| **MONEY IS AN IDEA BACKED BY CONFIDENCE**
I was raised in the same streets where james bulgers gang be,
Home of the baked beans, we loathin the Yankees,
Most of the folks on the coast are known as angry,
Where teens go from fiends to homeless at eighteen,
Believe wut im sayin theres people in pain that you caint see
I mean we raise thieves and slaves that chase dreams…
Home of the gay priests and dopers wit laced treez
Boston baby, the gangsters wit slang speech
you see, my deepest goal is to reach ya soul and speak for the folks,
that have stopped and have lost the belief and the hope,
so they walk on the block in the dark wit a dream that is broke,
and vodka is cheap so to stop the relief they go deep in a slope,
reefer they smoke cuz they in debt that they could never afford,
jealous jeopeordy war feelin like they neva been born,
the metaphor is like ya getting torn wit consecutive swords,
and your mental aggression soars thru ya flesh and ya pours,
so u question the cause dawg its wut happened 2 me,
see rappin 2 me is passionatly expressin the flaws
you can that say that I connected the dots cuz ive been on my
own since they cutoff my umbilical cords…
life is a sure hard, dawg I went from a sports star,
and changed steps wit straight F’s on my report card,
I cant afford 2 be poor so I broke into your car and
Bought a bag of dro that I smoked wit my girls ma,
I wont go far, its so so far, im so so sorr,
My life is loco always knowin where the popo are,
tryna Swallow my sorrow with this soco bottle,
I notice folks but how do u kno that I wont go rob em,
grown folk problem and im no role model,
don’t go follow this hallow road is a no doe lotto,
but I kno there aint a way that im a stranger 2 misory,
ive made some mistakes but I ive been awakened officially,
livin everyday that is givin me cravin a victory,
the game is a little league literally,fame is ability
to be able take a paper and visually make a statement
serge wut u wanna do?
I wanna make history… |
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