Lyrics:
race
No matter where you go
You will always be second place
African nide
Nide nide
Nide nide
I am conscious
Cause I'm proud to be black
And I like it
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
till you come up I ain't know if it's my time yet
Had to grow up so fast thinking back like where the time went
They been asking who I am but I'm still
couldn't even pay the rent, homie
Thinkin' 'bout it I'm wondering where the years went, homie
Just a youngin' tryna survive, they was hatin' on me
I was
of Rocketown
Hang around by the street light
In the heart of the night life
There came a certain man
A stranger to the crowd
We didn't understand
What he
you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why's your ice cream like it's made by Ben & Jerry?
Y'all the type
I'm always for them blues baby can you blame me?
They ain't been where I been
Ain't seen what I've seen
They ain't lived what I lived
Ain't done what
believe in hell
Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived I'd have known him well
They said go find a Sunday School, we must have tried them all
I never
They call us a two lane just passing by slow down town
Yeah, they say what's there to do when you ain't got nothin' around
Just a few street
meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile
some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
So now
And dont get killed
Cruel dark nights
Lived in the field
Straps in the safe house
Thats where i lay
They lurk by the gates now
I know that im safe
They wanna
where they shooting niggas at
They don't know if Neighborhood or the Hoovers did that
Whether Piru or VL's or GDs wit me we
Down to uprise from the OG's
Martin Luther King's head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood where they shooting niggas at
They don't know
Everybody getting burnt by their anger to the bone
cint nobody got a sure thing
Till they brand their skin to prove they loyal
cnd now they got a sure thing
Peace
And got you face up on they tee
Candles spelling yo name on the curb Where they let you bleed
Its a fucked up cycle we living
But it's the life that
of Rocketown
Hang around by the street light
In the heart of the night life
There came a certain man
A stranger to the crowd
We didn't understand
What he
gangsta shit
Then push me a lil too far
Cause street niggas might not quite
You gone have to call the law
Niggas keep they stash in they ass
Round where
for it
But today try playing on some street curb,
Singin' the news in everyday words
The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
Or else they hit you
marquis dreamin of stardom
Since they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin'
And now it got them generations facin' deseases
That don't kill you they
hop, any day
5-8 with double-X-L, pen saggin' blunts draggin'
But never lived well, imagine, a felon on a two-way street
One way is where blood money
What hell is that
Frank is going
Get away
I don't want you going to the woods again kids and I'm warning you
The people of Long Street lived very
the dons got checked
I grew up in the endz where they chasing bread
And the streets go red, from the blood been shed
I ain't gonna get turned, going straight
amazing
If I fall, I'm finna take us all to main street
And clear up all the picture's they're hardly painting
All I needs a couple bars to go far and waste
love my street obada is so popular
Owalusin is the center na there e dey happen now
Late night young niggas and girls doing hard ruck
They will show you
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