"The Back Alley Kind" genre: Spiritual Rap
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	This track will hit you like a cold shower.. A-Ron spits this wake-up call over a Rock It Productions beat.
	Credits: Written and performed by A-Ron... Beat by Rock It Productions
	Lyrics Verse 1 ------- broken hearted homeless roam with no hope and crippled dreams/ casino schemes result in salty tear streams/ that run down dirty mugs, drops hit ripped jeans/ like cash they once had, grass seemed to lose its green/ on the other side// cuz there is no other side// in the eyes of these sad shattered lives salene abides// behind worthless lies, hurtlessness is tried// pain attempted to be throttled with the bottle till its dry// like hiding places, escapin state of soberness/ thinking drinking can get em over this, but its phony bliss// its never enough/ cup is never filled up// when attempting to fill the longing wit the corrupt// in his head he's stuck, bankrupt and in a rut// decided to take a ride on the suicidal truck/ that couldn't stop enough, driver saw the dude he chucked/ himself on to oncoming traffic endin life abrupt/ Hook ------ when will we open our eyes hearts an minds/ to the poor hurt, black with dirt back alley kind/ sad cuz most o the time i think we choose to be blind/ and the peeps on the street eat whatever they find/ Verse 2 ------- what up wit slit neck deception takin place in my section// beautiful creations// hexed sellin sex and// once well fed, narrowin heorin wrecks and/ cross city pop can shopping-cart trecks then/ wearin stinky incense dirty pants with 30 cents in the pocket he rents with// i mean steals/ grocery cage with wheels/ cheap drug deals, gettin loaded, spewin meals// cold steel needle pierce flesh now he feels/ great but not/ caught/ hopped up on pain sheilds// flesh appeals and yields, while his hearts missin meals// spiritual food needed, that which, greediness steals/ step into their shoes wit holes, toes exposed to cold/ clothes soiled from oil, ripped and smellin like mold/ usin fastfood joint bathrooms to freshen up/ addiction has caused him to give every posession up/ Verse 3 ------- here's a bomb to chew on that will blow your mind/ how are you any different if you look behind/ every single layer that you portray in the daily grind/ as mangled knots become untangled they will unwind/ when inner walls of defense fall you will find/ that on the inside they're the same as you: blind/ wishin you could see whats missin cuz the glisten and the shine of diamonds is gone along with rocks of every kind/ toys never bring joy you will realize/ theres only one love in the universe that satisfies/ the love of Christ unconditional will never die/ but in the end if you're not near it then your spirit dies/ can you admit that your heart cries? teary eyes/ make you wonder and hunger for truth, lies/ fly out the window on sin you can never settle/ so realize that we're on all the same level/

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