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Streets, and everything that observed through my eyes... You can't paint a better picture than i do... Its impossible... Yet for some, even harder to understand the picture i paint sometime... But all the pieces are there.
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#1,811 in subgenre Peak #4
Charts
Peak #109
Author
illy
Rights
2010 Illicit Lions' Den Records, LLC
Uploaded
January 04, 2011
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MP3 4.1 MB 128 kbps 4:31
Story behind the song
Just releasing the heartfelt tension tat tears at my heart from what i see, have seen, observed, and lived throguh in the streets, and from the streets... EVERYTHING, pertaining to MY DOMAIN...
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chorus …get mad say i act savage jus tryna leave my kids living lavish anything you got, im tryna have it ...reasons, to my madness verse 1 locked up for days, I miss the blazin chopped all my braids, I miss my waves and strapped on that thang, soon as im awake, and look out the window, to the smell of bacon 50 kids in the street, 10'll make it Bebe’s kids missing teeth , no braces brand new j's on the feet, new laces … sh** never ceases to amaze me this is what i see, it aint made up I could fill up fifty sheets of paper and that’s just what I see, with A look what i see could probably fill up a book f*** what you think, carol's no angel white girl, buying white girl, major daddy probably thinks she far from a crook flips out he sees her car in our hood sold it to us for some rock, and stardom welcome to starblock, no starbucks this is our block, you live far from 1 example of where we get the cars from verse 2 lose at craps, backs broken over fire hydrants lose the act, we know who got juice and who aint got it lose your stash, there ain't nothin you can do about it bull sh** , better hope it ain't you that got it pockt check, better hope it ain't you that find it im a class act, but i ain't stupid partner when you hand it back, ain't no use to hiding ima handle that, i grew up with violence hear the gat bust first, then you hear the sirens hit the back, flush flush, know the house is quiet streets covered in blood in front of public housing ain't want to do that that, but you ain't gun take from around us why we stealing from each other, the rate's astounding they say they tryna help us, but I doubt it spotlight the situation with 1000 eyes, n wish I could dress this up like 1000 island elsewhere cop’ll show up with 1000 rifles but this the hood, it takes 1000 hours hear their hearts stop beating w/ profounding silence when our blocks are bleeding, my town is crying verse 3 sometimes i wonder about the towers, turn around, sit down and wonder how come breast milk never turn sour sometimes i wonder why we talk, sometimes i wonder if you pull the wings of a fly do you call it a walk sometimes i had to snuggle for heat, other times i had to snuggle my heat, just to go to sleep sometimes i have these crazy dreams, don't want to stay asleep sometimes i pull these crazy things just to stay on my feet look through my eyes, see what i've seen had to close your eyes didn't you, see what i mean half of my soul crys, half of my soul sings if i thought i could fly, i'd try to grow some wings I stay on the grind, but keep my toes clean Money stay on my mind, cuz I chose this dream Im a goon, im a giant, im a beast Im insane, im a lion, im a king outro wake up in a cold sweat, that’s a wet dream i ain't old yet, still zest green telephoned freedom, and i let it ring now i'm told laughter is the best medicine
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