Do or Die (Clean)

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Tommy D

Tommy Asher Danvers, better known by his stage name TommyD, is a British producer, songwriter, arranger, DJ, and multi-instrumentalist and co-founder of NFT marketplace, Token||Traxx. He is best known for his work with artists such as Right Said Fred, Catatonia, KT Tunstall, Corinne Bailey Rae, and Graffiti6. He has also worked with Kylie Minogue, Janet Jackson, Noel Gallagher, Sophie Ellis-Bextor, Kanye West, Jay Z, Beyoncé, Adele, Emeli Sandé, and fun. more »

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Look out my window and see what you find?
Our neighborhoods steady on the decline.

Drugs and crime; liquor and wine. 
Negative images enter the mind.

Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.

Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for that _____ like they Tony Montana. 

Look in they eyes, then you realize;
This how they live every day of they lives.

What it implies? What does it hide?
Social equality being denied.

Just a byproduct of all that they see.
Conditioned to do what they see on TV.

Rob and they steal; shoot and they kill.
Desensitized when they see it for real.

Trafficking dope; slippery slope.
Never content with just staying afloat.

Heart is so cold that they don’t give a _____.
Long as that product is making a buck.

Incarceration, hood devastation.
Fatherless homes be the manifestation. 

I can relate to that struggle and strife. 
Destructive behavior was ruining my life.    

Not a role model there for me to see.
So nothing but trouble was following for me.

Baggies and scales, tried it and failed;
Stuck with another hiatus in jail. 

Hard to perceive when you young and naïve;
Dranking that liquor and smoking that weed. 

Probation officer not what I need.
But the state and the judge man they both disagreed.

Am I too early? Am I too late?
Destiny calling ignoring my fate.

Crab in the bucket just trying to escape.
Got to go now, I ain’t willing to wait.

Do I go right? Do I go left? 
Thinking in solitude all to myself?

Thinking bout life, thinking bout health;
Thinking of ways to accumulate wealth.

Know that I have the potential to be.
More than my eyeballs allow me to see.

Home of the brave, land of the free.
Why is the media lying to me?
 
American dream, American scheme, 
Thank we too stupid to know what it mean.

Symbols and signs of various things.
But I see the puppets and all of they strings.

Rhetoric used, keep us confused;
Subtle and smooth like the rhythm and blues.

Shaping opinions and warping our views.
Fill us with fear when we watching the news.

Seeing your ways, Eddie Béarnaise.
Public Relations creating the maze.

Look at this picture and what it portrays.
What it conveys, who it betrays? 

Message is ready for dissemination.
Through television and radio stations.

Stereotypes and misrepresentations; 
Racism leads to prejudiced nation.

Open your ears, open your eyes.
Social control through a web of lies. 

Secret societies plot our demise.
Fearing the day we unite and we rise. 


Sick and you tired of going for broke.
Looking for answers and trying to cope.

Leaving the light as you slip in the dark.
Say you ok, but you falling apart.

What do you do when yo heart full of pain.
Stress you endure is too much for your brain. 

Blaming yourself and got every excuse. 
Reducing yourself to that verbal abuse.

Close to the edge, you on the brink.
Voices so loud that you can’t even think.

Drink out the bottle just trying to relax. 
Pressure too much from these panic attacks.

Talking aloud, slurring your words.
Nothing coherent, it’s all absurd. 

Pacing the hall, dripping with sweat.
Memories so vivid they hard to forget.

Ain’t hard to tell, ain’t doing well.
Look in the mirror and you scared as hell.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide;
Fear the emotion you feeling inside.

Sweat on your palms, tears in yo eyes.
Lump in yo throat as you swallow yo pride. 

Where do you turn, who do you call.
When all you can think of is ending it all. 

One in the chamber, gun in yo hand.
Pressure so heavy it’s hard to withstand. 

Screaming to God as you drop to your knees.
Gripping that pistol reluctant to squeeze.

Somebody please! Somebody please!
Losing yo mind like Alzheimer's disease. 

Feeling deprived, losing control.
Devil is trying to steal yo soul.

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