"Crossfire"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	Pure Hip Hop
	Credits: E5
	Story Behind the Song I have two ways of dealing with stress, I either go to the gym and spar with someone or write a rhyme. Lucky sparring partner, I had inspiration today!!!. Lyrics reaching out in the darkness fo shit that is'nt there feelin sorry fo myself livin life in despair busy caught up in the game of this culture on my own talkin trash with my spar when theres credit on my phone workin out in the gym tryin to shape a perfect frame drinkin beer after beer as the flab returns again blow my monies on the herb jus to get me thru the night devote my time to makin beats to my rhymes in the spotlight shakin off the blues livin life in the positive not gettin total payback considerin the love I give my lack of education comes to the fore when I'm kicked in the testicles and come back fo more I sometimes wish that my head was'nt ruled by my heart I sometimes wish I stayed on my own from the start and if I did I'd be a rich man livin home alone without a name in my address book or a message on my phone in spite of all that I've endured I aint done so bad with unconditional respect for my Moms and my Dad although I'm not quite at one with myself at this time I'm never thought of as ridiculous and neither am I sublime spittin verse with words of more than one or two syllables climbing up the ladder trying to reach my own pinnacle proceedin on my search fo the key to success I practice herbal meditation to hold back the stress. If I was a rich man If I was a rich man if I won the lotto I'd give some to my boo and some to underpriveleged kids some o dem abused I'd give some to the mothers some o dem battered and bruised I'd give some to the mentally ill some o dem scared and confused I'd set up a nest egg fo my kids and my spar I'd buy detached house in the country and shiney black car I'd spend a month on health farm tryin to get myself straight I'd spend one hour a day drinkin between seven and eight I'd bake fresh herbal cakey's cos its better than smokin I'd spend time with my loved ones jus laughin and jokin I'd visit all the places I only ever thought about I'd put right all the issues I've always bin distraught about poppin antacids like they goin outta fashion theres a burnin in my heart but its not brought on by passion somedays I feel good like I'm still a young springer other days I feel incapable of even pullin an old minger I shave my head to hide any evidence of greyness tryin to look yo best should never be thought of as vain-ness workin unsociable hours tryin to keep my head above water showin love for my g-child aka my grand-daughter I've given up tryin to live in peace with my neighbours sweatin blood to form a pact with no acknowledgment of my labours just a feelin that I'm bangin my head against a hard surface knowin deep in my subconcious that my efforts are less than worthless

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