Story Behind the Song
This song is deep in a way that it passes a messege. One of my very first songs, and one of my favourite. I'ts not just about the beat, but about the composition and lyrics as well. Bump it and pass it on Playa.
Lyrics
Imagine for a second this situation,
A decked out record and your on probation no motivation
Russian race is faced with de-capitation
Everybody’s in the pen, fuck education,
The rate of inmates getting booked is exponential,
Making money off the cons, a revelation,
Ten with no parole minimum for repetation,
the only precious life behind bars years are racing.
Now look at your record, torn I recon,
Another violation on probation, and your back in,
The hell hole where your role is to wither and die
Growing old filled with mold shows the mirror and cries,
Looking into your eyes, sagging drooping with lies,
Get your footing and try, to prevent this demise.
Everything is a crime if the want it to be,
So just come on and vibe with these rhymes that I see,
Cause they’re coming for me, in black suits and badges,
The handcuffs, and the guns, and the mace that I see,
So then I gotta flee because I’d rather see
The next day of my life, living free as can be.
This is your life, one life, precious as gold,
Don’t fuck up go to school make your money and ball,
Look around and just see the buity family,
They will love you forever help with money.
Never hate on a person he’s the same thing as you,
The same feelings emotions the power to do
Insane things when the crack, plant a bomb and stand back,
Chris McBane had the knack, to kill hundreds and laugh.
Just be cool with the pool of the people in school,
Get a girl with a rack, making everyone drule,
Because when you look back on the sack of the crack,
Forgetting the worries knowing they’ll be back,
So then you just crack breaking down and laugh
Smoke some more of the weed passing out at last
Gotta think twice as fast, jealousy on the rise,
Felonies misdemeanors infractions demise,
Look me right in my eyes tell me what’s going on
Let’s go chug on a forty, tell me what’s wrong,
Everything will be better car anterior leather,
Gucci sweaters with lockets, hat with a feather.
What im trying to do is tell people like you
To lookout for yourself do what you gotta do,
Get a car that you like, Mercedes, Subaru,
Take a girl to the mall, get a new hair due.
Im already nineteen, and existing between,
All the school and the job it’s like butter and cream,
Stuck between a hard thing and a rock, it’s my genes,
So I gotta get up, motivation is key.
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