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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#115,144 today
Peak #908
#70,672 in subgenre
Peak #531
Author
Prophit ft. Andre Groove
Rights
Prophit - 2006
Uploaded
August 08, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:14
Story behind the song
Y'know, just stuff in life...
Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Prophit]
I know you hate to see it, the kid on MTV-and/
Maybe I'm daydreaming, but I feel the money machine-and/
It's coming in slow, while my rep is building up/
It ain't about the dough, but without it, shit's really tough/
It ain't stacking up, so 'til I go platinum-plus/
I feel caged, no escape, like I'm trapped-in-cuffs/
I'm always acting up, but god damn/
The street school us to spend our money foolish, that's why we cop-grams/
Trust is seldom seen, so we have belief in God/
Escaping a fate that's prewritten in the stars/
The sky is grey like an ashtrey, so times are hard/
We scrap over grams, of course, the winner takes it all/
The loser leaves with scars, the preacher preaches on/
The way of life - we all singing the same song/
Nobody tuning in, we all think we do it the best/
I'm vexed, stress building up 'til the day I rest/
[Chorus - Andre Groove]
when I look back through the years I feel tired/
- so tired
so many thoughts in my head, I feel wired/
- my head is wired/
I feel the days passing by so fast/
and I hate that my future is shorter than my past/
is all good in the hood, how long will it last?/
daydreamin' o' better days, as the days pass/
[Verse 2 - Prophit]
Illegal life is a concept the young adore/
The allure of breaking the law leaves no hope in store/
These people would rather live raw than do a 9-to-5/
Fooled by television, thinking it's easy to survive/
They thinking crime is live, but nobody strives to die/
The easy way out easily leads to homocide/
These Gs is down to ride, no wonder the old have given up/
Should they, build a rigid future, or just live it up?/
Why should they give a fuck, when we can't do it ourselves?/
Foolish pride, tighten your belt, don't ever ask for help/
Many fell, but we never felt the consequence, and never will/
'Til the day we pack it up and finally go to rest in Hell/
The movement turned stale, many would rather bail out/
A life of crime: Die young, or live in the jailhouse/
Until the day we turn away from our own demise/
The sky is still blue sometimes, keep your head up high/
[Chorus - Andre Groove]
when I look back through the years I feel tired/
- so tired
so many thoughts in my head, I feel wired/
- my head is wired/
I feel the days passing by so fast/
and I hate that my future is shorter than my past/
is all good in the hood, how long will it last?/
daydreamin' o' better days, as the days pass/
[Verse 3 - Prophit]
We used to play the strip together, thought it'd last forever/
But we grew apart - with the money you got, we got severed/
The best of friends as kids, but ain't no love lost/
We came up, different roads, we just lucky they crossed/
And across the years, we had parallel apparels/
Similiar appearance, and linear perseverance/
But grew delirious, well, one of us did/
We still argue to this day over which one it is/
I see you made it big, but 'you historic? Hah, never!/
The good die young, but the best live forever/
The beat should be your pulse, that's how you flow from the heart/
But most rappers rap for cash, they pick it apart/
Few people love the art, most people die for dollars/
Made a mockery out of what used to be about knowledge/
Rap ain't a game, it's more like a college/
And I'm happy to say, I graduated with honors/
And that's for real!
[Chorus - Andre Groove]
when I look back through the years I feel tired/
- so tired
so many thoughts in my head, I feel wired/
- my head is wired/
I feel the days passing by so fast/
and I hate that my future is shorter than my past/
is all good in the hood, how long will it last?/
daydreamin' o' better days, as the days pass/
