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skepoet2005

Who: skepoet what: A lyrical poet where: Brooklyn / Staten island when: November 17, 2005 Why: For a border view of my lyrics, into different eyes besides mine..

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General

Charts

Peak #9,511

Peak in subgenre #5,380

Uploaded

November 19, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Story behind the song

instrumental made by my mans RECKLESS from brooklyn, holla if yah need beats -- its that serious.

Lyrics

verse 1:

whether its my feet wet or the ceeement/
or three sets poppin percocet while im bent/
no sense in me servin the bench/
leave me carried by six forcin my death/
or give me the iron so I can make that paper stretch/
I got two views for this life of mine/
im like a like at times hypin the hype through my rhymes/
a heist is just my rights to protectin this pride/
set aside all the lies an I still got the lights to shine/
still got my eyes open reflectin to eyes like mine/
assumin the hood is still the hood at times/
an I broke bread so watch me now/
aint flustered with checks but I make that hungry sound/
stomachs frown, im gainin that weight cause im hungry now/
its a 9 to 5 situation but I cut an hour down/
ate nothin until like eight somethin, ITS NOTHIN!
time is always late when im commin/
so im always hatin somethin/



verse 2: 

im wakein up watchin the sun come in/
with a button up carryin my son in my dreams/
waitin for that life to be me/
I dont think im ready for that life to be me/
Im too stubborn like I was son’ed stunned on/
on some porch at a young age but I carried on/
some hung on, so I had to stretch my arms strong/
king kong in hung kong like I was on the run/
feet pedalin, peelin my skin cause the pedals were dense/
had monster pegs, early childhood, now thats respect/
had pops teachin me how to touch ass an grab for the bread/
with momz teachin me how to walk straight an use my legs/
if i let these hands bleed over a bitch/
then my sweat is drippin down my sleeves into these clips/
into the mind of how i grew up into this shit/
and there be days where my eyes fade/
into the hunga, into the pain up to the stomach/
into the lungs an up the mouth back into the guns stomach/

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