About Me
2007. All Lyrics Copyright. 3rd World Muzik.Click on the Banners it'll Link to their Pagespark a dutch, cruise through slow pass the street lights/
thinkin bout the street life, makes it hard to sleep right/
stomach growl ribs are showin, its hard to eat right/
an best friends drift away slow, its hard to keep tight/piff got the eye lids low, its hard to see right/
lookin through my rearview mirror, leavin my past life/
pain and agony is draggin me to try the peace pipe/
but pride is tellin me to keep the faith and try to reach light/money got your boy here stressin, but then thats how life/
is when you down on your knees in need of whats like/
royalties but obviously its hard to gain right/
"yes cuz your happines, would come wit a price"/positive thoughts from self is what i try to recieve/
but then its hard when your home starv-in, for food to eat/
i hope you followin along with me, and not the beat/
cuz my thoughts is what makes this whole cypher complete.~Earna MillHow trend setting was he? Some people were swept off their feet! He didnt just paint the town RED… he painted it ready to READ! Cause dammit, it wasnt damage! Why’d anyone brand him a bandit? He could manage to see an artistic side on the back of a canvass. He cant even admit he did this, gets dismissed like sun-shines are... Making a painting he cant claim, like a gift with an unsigned card. To this day hes a name that isnt reppin a face; but u bet its okay …its easier to see someone’s soul without their flesh in the way....~Sage
I was born premature, in the middle of war/
from pain and scare, came from a place wit no laws/
no order, where kids kill their own father/
from one man's plane, for genocide and saluter/
great minds, brain wash and blind, over time/
mom and dad migrated strive to stay alive/
told my mom its alright, mama please don't cry/
she said i'm lucky, i use to always wonder why?
never had enough, but one day will realize/
hope the tread is gone, when I'm outside/
time to ride, gunshots and bombs, AK's and napalm
flashback from gunshots from here ta Vietnam/
i cry tears, thinking about Kamputchea/
and all the Millions that die in Cambodia.. yea..~Micnificent
fienz addicted to it, cuz my music's overdose ya high/
everytime its bein inhaled, it feels like u above da sky/
pheenin for my drugmuzik cause they wanna give my love a try/
"its a whole new world" even slug get hit when strays fly/
i was raise in da slum, a concrete cave full of bums /
my dark torcture roots in Cambodia had to escape from da sun/
mill city dun created a young, greatest one, whos fate to become/
The soul of Massachusetts, a state which is shape like a gun!/
my heart pound'n beats, geting murderd at 4 a.m/
in a room all locked up and the wall caved in/
This for all brave mens, who fought till the days end/
I do this for my people and im nobody who's afraid to face him/
come and take a tour, where lives fate is poor/
no opportunity to get rich when my stomach sores/
but im the Grand$on of this music, here to break ya doors/
I am The Finale..... the moment you been wait'n for!..~PhinaleFrom War Cry, Violence violate the vital of a mans condition/
this is what we acknowledge too, on our land of vision?/
damn the system, I can only do so much, took a little plan/
was stuck below the middle class, in the role of middle man/
uncle Sam brash our brotheres and sisters on purpose/
so the can risk they lives in the system and the murders/
they living wrong but the wrong still blind to grief/
to the point they'll let us fall when they find the green/
see this crooked war score the refinery/
and drugs lord that buck or a huge finders fee/
Peace Corp?? PSShhh, more like coniving thieves/
we're piss poor and plus they decide who's free/
my lung sore from bombs thats every time I breathe/
I honk horn when i see peeps with signs for peace/
innocents lives is what they take behind the scene/
no need to look boy, check your own SOCIETY.~Howard Winter
Life's Fucked up, growin up around war/
tanted memories, brain stained with scars/
barely had enough, cause I grew up poor/
not sure, if tomorrow's gonna be my cause./
of my down fall, no lights, no hot water/
bills always late, and we only got poorer/
nothing ever seems right, and its cold at night/
and the hood is the place where we grown in life/
it's the ghetto, the slumz, and the pissy hallways/
the thugs holden guns, posted up in the P. Jays/
picture yourself broke, not eaten for three days/
they said I'm better off dead, under my grave/
Just a another sad story, one dead minority/
Just a another number added up to the vast majority/
this is My Life, and all I know is angony/
ani't no body judging me, but the G.O.D/~Sheppard3rd World 978 Radio Interview
phinale on da keyz and Road to riches da beat
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