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from Ms. Dynamite - Judgement Days (2005)
I spent 23 years trying to be what you wanted me to be
though it seemed like you couldn't save me 'til I picked up the mic and I was on the TV now you're ringing off my phone like every week where were you at 6,7,11 and 13 when shit was impossible Mama left nine months pregnant but she came home alone from the hospital How could you call yourself a man if you can't love your own unless you can contol them you'd rather destroy their souls and she was 13 years old and you could've protected the innocence from being stolen And I don't give a damn what you was going through when mama wasn't able to put food on the table You left the family unstable Now you come around acting like you want some kind of appraisal You can't play like you daddy now and you can't claim shit 'cause you weren't around And you can't get mad but what can you do? You can't tell me shit I'm grown without you I spent 23 years trying to be the f**king man you should be taking care of your responsibility putting clothes on our back and shoes on our feet no help but you always had your bag of weed where were you at 12,13, 14 and 15 when life was unliveable Momma was so damn angry the way she treated me was unforgiveable You call yourself a man your oldest son he had to learn from his sister How to put a niggers fist up, how to f**k a niggers shit up and knock out any motherf**ker that had come and tried to diss us And I don't give a damn what you was going through and I needed saving I spent my every second blazing a little girl with a blade and trying to f**k up and take my life just wanted to dig my grave and.. You can't play like you daddy now and you can't claim shit 'cause you weren't around And you can't get mad but what can you do? (now what you gonna do?) You can't tell me shit I'm grown without you You can't play like you daddy now and you can't claim shit 'cause you weren't around And you can't get mad but what can you do? (you can't do a damn thing) You can't tell me shit I'm grown without you I'm grown without you I've grown without you can't can't come and come and tell me, do not |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
(What you learn in jail you can't learn in the street that's learnin patients
I just finished doin 10 years up north. I just came home from doin 10 years. I done did 10 years staight I went in 16 came home 26. I Gave the system about 15 years of my life. I gave these crackers man 17 years of my life man The prison system gave me 15 to life and I gave'em back 10.) God forgive me for my worldly ways Hit the street at a early age tryn to come up off the pearly yay The late nights to the early days all a nigga knew is street life Young G's beneth the street lights try not to catch street strikes You better run you see police lights these nights (Squala) I'm hated by few loved by many Getttin faded with the crew gettin buzzed off henny Now the liquer got my mind runnin They say we ballin but the times runnin so I'm tryin to beat the shot clock Winter time heated seats on the drop top Dinner time we gone eat when the block hot Shit well who gone stop us A grew of mobsters and we lueger poppers Till we subdued by coppers Loyalty is everything so all my niggas know they can call on me for anything (I served 10 years straight up um in them 10 years I lost everything I loved my pops my moms Can you just imagine goin to jail in 1989 and them tellin you your release date is on febuary 2004 that Shit is crazy I gave the prison system a decade 10 years of my life) I can't call it cause I might spoil it I'm two sips from being alcoholic In my hood that the nights chourus and this toast goes to lifes losses and all my soilders livin life lawless Not worried what it might cost us And fuck the price brought us vvs on white flawless ain't nothin fresher than my white forces more than white forces they on our back like christ crosses I'm extra large due to success try to nail me for a weapon charge due to my rep try tell me take a plea bargin fuck it so I tell'em take that plea bargin shove it and Fuck the chip it's like the worlds on my shoulders we cop bricks and mix the girl with the soda sit it the pot let twirl with the water if you got a weak stomach you might hurl from the odor (We were just bad to the bone we were gangsta so we never did get a chance to prove to anybody how much good we had inside of us all they heard about was how drive bys and how many guns and how much dope we had so they never gave us the chance to figure out what was good about us) <i>[Chorus:]</i> You ani't got tell me about ccomin from nothin cause I know were livin in the fast lane my nigga sometimes it gets slow yeah heard that we be hustlen tryin to make it but steady strugglin, but you ain't gotta tell me about comin from nothin cause I know. There's a war goin on outside no man is safe Watch the snitches cause they close by And tell my niggas keep there hopes high I got vision goin multi My eye sight is like 20/20 and hine sights like 20/20 And limelight is every bit of envy Watch the snakes cause they gettin friendly Watch the jakes cause they tryin to end me <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Ms. Dynamite - Judgement Days (2005)
How could you beat your woman till you see tears?
Got your children living in fear, How you gonna wash the blood from your hands? Selling debt to fiends Barely fifteens So you can have another option and rip off your dreams Tell me.. How you gonna wash the blood from your hands? You claim you're doing God's work Greet the family with a smile When all the while You been raping that child You a priest but you still can't Wash the blood from your hands. The self hate they create in your hair Got you pickin' up their weapons And leaving your brothers there, Tell me.. How you gonna wash the blood from your hands? I wonder what you gon' do When he comes for you Where you gon' run Once he calls for you Where you gonna hide The day he sends for you And he questions you I wonder what you gonna say When that day comes When judgement day comes I'm talking bout the sins you commit giving orders that permit, Killing innocent kids so you can fill your pockets Tell me how you gonna wash the blood from your hands? Now take a look at these project buildings They got us living in It's like we're raised in prison cos of the colour of our skin Now how you gonna wash the blood from your hands? The pharmaceutical industry need to get paid They're sitting on a cure Watching new born babies die of AIDS Tell me how you gonna wash the blood from your hands? How could you keep exploiting third world children Using them as underpaid slaves So you can make your millions How you gonna wash the blood from your hands? I wonder what you gon' do When he comes for you Where you gon' run Once he calls for you Where you gonna hide The day he sends for you And he questions you I wonder what you gonna say When that day comes When judgement day comes We sit and watch why people get hurt Stand to say nothing while they do the devil's work Walk straight by leave them crying in the dirt What kind of people does that make me n you? And we could have all the good intent But we sitting in silence We committing greed and violence Then we got blood on our hands too I wonder what you gon' do When he comes for you Where you gon' run Once he calls for you Where you gonna hide The day he sends for you And he questions you I wonder what you gonna say When that day comes When judgement day comes I wonder what you gon' do When he comes for you Where you gon' run Once he calls for you Where you gonna hide The day he sends for you And he questions you I wonder what you gonna say When that day comes When judgement day comes |
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from Ms. Dynamite - Judgement Days (2005)
Chours:
Unbreakable, You can't break our bond It's far too strong Unshakeable, Ooooh... we love we cry we ride we die Unmistakable, There's so questioning It's the real thing It's unbreakable, You can't try but I'm telling you It's unbreakable Never endured a love like this It's just pure tenderness From the morning to the midnight The million ways he's loving me Never have I known It's so true, ooooh These heights he takes me to I've lost control he caressed my soul oh I aint never gonna leave You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't You can't have it, no, no, no, nooo... You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't You can't get it, oooohh woo... You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't You can't take it, no, no, noooo... You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't You can't break it, no, nooo... Repeat Chorus All I seem to feel is complete It's so real It's so deep I'm surround and I'm drowning Just can't catch my breath And it seems I have everything You can't replace the joy that he brings He's my heartbeat and my soul-mate Gonna be by his side til' my death You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't You can't have it, no, no, no, nooo... You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't You can't get it, oooohh woo... You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't You can't take it, no, no, noooo... You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't You can't break it, no, nooo... |
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