Eye$ of My Crie$

Graphics & LayoutsAssassinated life of da streetz/Im carvin names and chalkin bodies on dese deadly concretes/wit da radio n 1 hand boppin 2 beatz/while duckin niggaz claimin fast killz from dey car seatz/life of da projectz, urine hallz and bulletz through doors/elevatorz broke down havin 2 climb 12 floorz/takin tourz of da gangsta life datz instilled inside of me/wit dead hopez n dead dreamz and feenz relyin on tryna hit da lottery/stolen jagz wit da chromed out rimz/rockin coogi n valore wit construction timz/it's real world, problem stricken wit niggaz dyin o-d-in on pillz/while dey momz sellin dead weight 2 pay dey billz/niggaz rollin da streetz, smokin trees, feeln nice/wit da munchies munchin on chicken wingz, fried rice/violatin parole wit niggaz puffn on hush/gettin piss checked n a rush 2 cop dat quick flush/dis gangsta life is hard but wealth won't let me depart/but scattered brainz on dese cretes is makin dese streetz smart/i roll blunts wit da system and im a feen of da dough/life is a bitch, imma make it my ho/coldhearted n da winter and i got bluntz 2 blaze me/spring make trees grow n ya crew get shady/summerz a killa n my heat got sensors 4 fear/and niggaz die n da fall, while pigz'll merk ya career/and dat's a thug life 3-6-5 dayz a year/we want da wealth but honest livin aint gon happen here/tryna drive myself 4 better but dont know where 2 steer/gotta figga out a plan, somehow, somewhere im gon make it/and any leaves left on da lawn im gon rake it/its me n da makin, mine 4 da takin/niggaz gettin rowdy out here, most of dem fakin/can't get respect wit treblin voices dats y dey bassin/ressurect da dead 2 do dirt like freddy n jason/and slip up on a sale n get murked while im cakin/plottin on chipz im heatin niggaz like satin/dere's certain thingz u dont touch like muslim wit bacon/im wastin, my time on all dis conversatin/faggotz feel dey only kinda hatin/fuck dat, im da don of dis game bout time some1 reminded ya/i shoot at niggaz headz and turn fitteds in2 a yamacha/im kinda fond of ya, don't take it personal like Monica/but niggaz wanna c me n im on da blind sight of ya/i spotted ya, dotted ya, got at cha my jointz through/so i speak 2 ya'll in decimals 2 hear my point 2/......................Yo its DappaDon doin wat I do best 2 make endz meet, nah mean. Dis is my life; dis is my passion & its da only thing dat kept me from goin crazy n da world we live in. I wanna thank evrybody who took da time out 2 read and bear witness to my life & talent. I live by own proverb dat I made up dats alwayz been relevant to my situations. "The Eye$ of my Crie$" deals wit wateva ur goin through n ya life. The eyes symbolize u and the cries symbolizes ur problems. Whether personal or not, as long as u can identify "the eyes of ur cries", theres room 4 correction and restoration of ur eyes; which is u. Leave a comment and let me know how ya feel about my lyricz. Haterz r gladly welcome; da fuel 2 my success. U have all beared witness 2
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