"Blaze for Dayz"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	Mid-tempo, Hard hitting, beat. Real street lyrics that represent street life, without the flossing.
	CD: Do Your Thang (single)   Label: indie Credits: Written, produced, performed by Dead Serious DCS
	Story Behind the Song This song took about 5 minutes to write, after the beat was made (in a day). All of my lyrics are true. The inspiration came from my life on the streets. I didn't take my stories from someone else's life. I did this one in 4 takes, and I say it took about 4 hours to complete. Lyrics - I'll rock non-stop, while you was punchin in a time clock I was on the block slinging dime rocks, - Smoking big spliffs to the motherfuckin head till my eyes turned bloodshot red Then I blow smoke for the dead, - Niggas who caught the raw deal And ended up on the wrong side of the blue steel, - I never did have a love for cops Cause they was chasin us, beatin niggas up for props, - I ain't a stranger to gunshots, cause we heard em sitting on my block And it wasn't shit to us, so we didn't stop, - Even when the sirens came The only thing that would get us off the strip was rain, - I mean a fuckin hurricane, cuz that was life We wasn't hustling right, niggas would scuffle at night, - And later on, niggas always got to bustin at night You think my fucking neighborhood was predominately white, YEAH RIGHT, - Draus had to fight, even if I didn't wanna Or my ass was a gonna, - Dog I been jumped, shot at, then one day I shot back and fought back I had to get my heart back, You Got that, - I heard a motherfucker say, "Drop that" So let loose three, then I dropped back, - Now this aint the life that I want for our kids to lead So we gotta teach em to read, - We gotta give em what they need, and room to breathe And hope they never ever turn to the streets, indeed, - Yo, I'll put it out there for my son And prey that he never has to turn to the gun, - And prey that he never has to run, from the grips of fate Cuz for many of us, it's too late, - But not to late for me, I know it aint too late for D And that my people love and not hate for me, - Cuz I don't hate you I love you all I’ll never steer you wrong, Or let you fall, - We wanna walk on our own, but first learn to crawl But in the end it's gon be all good you feel me yall, -Chorus All my brothers is dying That's why I blaze for Daze All my niggas keep fryin That's why I blaze for Daze All these motherfuckers lyin That's why I blaze for Daze All these mothers keep cryin That's why I blaze for Daze Why we livin life savage Cuz we blaze for daze Why we die for the cabbage Cuz we blaze for daze Why we keeping bad habits Cuz we blaze for daze Why we blast automatics Cuz we blaze for daze - Lord, please make a change, cuz we rottin from the inside out Like the street spit its insides out, - Too many niggas catching three strikes out Brothers get all drunk and shoot the streetlights out, - Now granny been on the block all her life And she scared to walk to the store at night, - And even some dayz, White people worry bout the sun rays Kids in the hood gotta worry bout the gun blaze, - I don't wanna die over something petty But niggas still gotta be ready, this shit is heavy, - When I was young, I used to cling to my gun And hope at least I get the chance to bust back and run, - But nowadays, I'm all about raisin my son And I aint raisin no gun, or blazin no one, - But I'm warning you bitch Let me live my life without dealing with strife, because I wanna be rich, - And I always knew, I was born to be shit But then I found out life stinks, so this is it, - I aint a doctor, lawyer, all I got for ya Is controversy, so let me spell it out for ya, - D, R, A, U - S Now why did God put me here, Dog I'll let you guess, - I'm here to help you pass life’s true test Can you walk the straight and narrow, without getting too stressed? - I don’t know man, Shit is kinda hard My whole fucking family is bruised and scarred, - But we a tough bunch, that's why Draus throw a motherfucking Death-punch I'll eat that ass for lunch, Dog. Why my peeps keep smoking Cuz we blaze for daze All these people think I’m joking I don’t know how I keep coping Cuz we blaze for daze All my people keep hoping Cuz we blaze for daze Why the Draus keep rocking Cuz we blaze for daze Why police keep clocking Cuz we blaze for daze Why these haters keep watching Cuz we blaze for daze Why the fuck I aint stopping Cuz we blaze for daze All of hook is recorded, but not played in demo

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