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Caught Up in The System
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A track about a young brotha who never got a chance. (Background vocals by my boy Niyre, aka OH Boi)
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NY-based hip hop lyricist and producer.
Vocab, an artist hailing from New Rochelle, NY has been on the local hip-hop scene for a few years. Starting off as a rapper, he has expanded behind the scenes as a producer and engineer.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #2,706
Peak in subgenre #1,489
Author
Hayling Price
Rights
2005
Uploaded
May 26, 2005
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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VERSE 1: A brotha’s born in the heart of the hood/ he ain’t even started yet but already life ain’t looking good/ his pops split, right after he planted the seed/ and then he grew in his single momma living in need/ now he’s got no role model father to learn from/ the money’s kinda tight so he’s trying to earn some/ he knows welfare can’t afford all the things/ that he see’s on TV like the gloss and the bling/ so he’s got a few hustles on the side/ trying to help momma ‘cause he knows love’s stronger than pride/ working kinda late with no time to study/ and when at school he’s messing around with buddies/ but no phone calls or letters in the mail/ from the teachers at school ‘cause he’s expected to fail/ now he’s slipping thru the cracks ‘cause the teachers have missed him/ just another sad case caught up in the system CHORUS: There’s no way out to him he can’t see/ all the potential he has he can’t be/ trapped in a world that he didn’t create/ and it’s hard to hate if you can’t relate/ caught up in the system, and no one can teach him/ all it takes is one good person to reach him/ no he’s left alone in his life and he knows what it’s like/ to be stuck in the middle of dark with no light VERSE 2: No he’s running ‘round with the wrong crowd/ hanging with the kids who stay acting rowdy and loud/ no positive reinforcement or stimulation/ on the road to destruction instead of creation/ and right now school’s on the backburner/ he’s far more concerned with being a cash earner/ at this point homie’s getting kinda hungry/ he’s tired of waiting on that paycheck to make some money/ he realizes he ain’t achieving his dreams/ so he find a new means to cop his sneakers and jeans/ his boys tell him that selling drugs on the block/ is a good way to get paid if you can run from the cops/ he really doesn’t want his goals shattered/ he thought about the right and wrong and then chose the latter/ now his pocket’s getting fatter and the brotha is paid/ but the mistakes he made’ll catch up with him one day CHORUS VERSE 3: This is it, he’s realizing he’s in too deep/ he just started pushing, and now he’s living in the streets/ it might sound strange ‘cause he’s young so how can it be/ that his school days seem like a distant memory/ he’s stuck in a world where he’s trying to live/ trying to get his next meal dodging stickup kids/ ‘til one fateful night things turned for the worse/ now he’s gotta decide, the patty wagon or the hearse/ he goes along quietly sitting in the back/ knowing that he’ll get an unfair trial ‘cause he’s black/ he had possession with the intent to distribute/ among a bunch of other charges that he can’t refute/ he knew the cops had his number while on patrol/ did I mention that he was already on parole?/ and of course, he can’t afford to post his bail/ so he joins the forty four percent of black inmates in jail CHORUS x2
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