Football, Basketball, Music, etc.Is it, money or women, the funny beginnings, tragic endings/
I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending/
and since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound/
rather be buried, than be worried livin held down/
my game plan, to be trained in military mind/
of a thug lord, sittin in a cemetary crying/
I've been lost since my adolescence, callin for Jesus/
bawling as a youngster, wondering if he sees us/
young black males, crack sales got me 3 strikes/
livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die/
wondering when we all pass, is anybody listening/
got my hands on my semi, shotty, everybody snitchin please/
God can you understand me, bless my family/
guide us all, before we fall into insanity/
I make it a point, to make my beat bumpin warlike/
drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches' jaws tight/
go, n****s wanna get it on lets fight/
I got some n****s in my click that make they muthaf***in jaws tight/
go, n****s wanna get it on lets fight/
I got some n****s in my click that make they muthaf***in jaws tight.
-TupacWe used to fight every night, but I never would suffer/
just smile, my big brother's trying to make me tougher/
as we grew, fussin and fightin continued/
as I plundered through your stuff, and snuck your clothes to school/
got intense, real intense as we got older/
never believe, it would lead to me poppin one in your shoulder/
where my rings? knew you had it because you took too long/
as Mickey, Andy, and the girl that bought it looked on/
huffin and puffin, gun in my hand told you step outside/
hoping, you said no but you hurt my pride/
made our way down the steps, maybe you thought it was just a threat/
or maybe your life was just that crazy and you was beggin for death/
tried to justify this in my young mind, but the adrenaline/
and my ego hurt combined, drove me berzerk/
saw the Devil in your eyes, high off more than weed/
confused, I just closed my young eyes and squeezed/
what a sound, opened my eyes just in time to see you stumblin to the ground/
damn, what the f*** I done now?/
runnin around in a circle, thinkin I'm assed out/
hot gun burnin my waist, ran straight to Jaz house/
like a stranger, damn, I just shot my n***a/
and ran off into the night as if it was not my n***a/
left the scene, how could I go out that way?/
still you asked to see me in the hospital the next day, you must love me.
-Jay Z
I'd like to meet:
Billy Lyve...the american dream, with age it seems to fade and you walk away/
see birds turn to Escalades and it was just yesterday/
you was in school, thinking that you had a future/
now your options is jail, drugs, or somebody shoot ya/
college wasn't for me, but this money, I gotta have it/
the only thing that really stuck with me was basic mathematics/
I wish I could make my dreams solid, so I can reach out and grab it/
but how can I manage, in a world filled with diamonds and fabrics/
f*** keeping up with the Joneses, I wanna be on my own s***/
it won't happen, why won't it?, my mind ain't nothing like yours is/
you can hear in our voices, ain't too much out here for us/
handcuffed in the Taurus, I'm asking for reassurance/
we was living the poorest, sick and ain't have insurance/
around the way doing chores, stealing s*** out of stores/
now we good but want more, my neighborhood's rooting for us/
never see me get whored, I'm at your door n****, yeah
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|WORD ft. DRAG-ON (Actin Up) Rest in Peace my dude. Stanley Johnson AKA Word
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Music:
...I'll keep it straight with you, I'm shootin from the hip/
I can't stand these rappers that's just shooting off they lip/
every rapper is a clapper, your producer is a shooter/
engineer got a nine, label boss got a ruger/
yeah right, we ain't stupid, we don't believe these losers/
gotta Mac in the booth, tell the truth, it's a computer/
so let me guess, you makin bread impressin/
I seen you on Myspace, you just want to be friends...
-Talib KweliMy mom can't feed me, my boyfriend beats me/
I have sex for money, the hood don't love me/
the cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me/
and I got no place to go/
they bombed my village, they call us killers/
took me off they welfare, can't afford they healthcare/
my teacher won't teach me, my master beats me/
and it hurts me soul...
-Lupe Fiasco...my pockets slack kid/
you do the math on $5.15 an hour, full time after the taxes/
that wasn't good enough to keep my M-O/
s*** that wasn't good enough to complete my demo/
somedays I don't wanna be seen/
and somedays I don't shower, I don't wanna be clean/
sometimes the truth can hurt you/
so I blow my cig smoke right at the Truth commercials/
somedays I don't wanna be bothered/
somedays I just miss my father...
-Joe Budden...I'm outta control, basically a mad man/
trying to make board, I'm working with a bad hand...
-Joe Budden...the only art I know, is the art of war/
not your average I'm like Picasso with a 4-4/
bust my gat abstract, get artistic with a biscuit/
you only got one life to live so why risk it...
-Steele, Smif N Wessun(The name of the game) Persistence, dedication/
consistent motivation, resistance to stagnation/
of information, distribute it free to the entire population/
no hesitation, making it public, no privatization from corporations...
-Talib KweliWe the reflection of our ancestors/
we like to thank you for the building blocks you left us/
as your spirit possessed us, yo you blessed us/
thank you very much...
-Talib Kweli...sometimes I don't wanna be bothered/
sometimes I just want a quiet life, just me and my babies, me and my lady/
sometimes I don't want to get into no war/
sometimes I don't want to be a soldier, sometimes I just wanna be a man but...
-Mos Def...swear to everything, when I leave this earth/
it's goin to be on both feet, never knees in the dirt/
you can try me f**ker, but when I squeeze it hurts/
fine, we'll lose 2 lives, yours and mines/
give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve/
at the funeral parlor, dripping tears on my sleeve/
told the judge "didn't budge it was him or me/
and I ain't trying to be hard, but I'm guilty as charged"/
put my mercy on this court and my faith in God/
and pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars, lucky me.
-Jay Z
Movies:
Too many to name......digest us being America's nightmare/
young, black, and trying to get rich, we ain't quite there...
-Joe BuddenSince I was 4 years old, I've been told/
everything that glitters ain't gold/
and now that I've arrived, I see those truths unfold/
before my eyes in a world so cold.
-Jay ZI'm a survivor, I've seen darker days/
a momma's boy with my father's ways/
but I had to see my mom in tears/
when pop went to the store for them newports that he musta ain't find in years/
my little brother lives in the same state, I ain't know that/
I got a little brother, I didn't know that/
see I was never told that/
if so I'da been at the door with a basketball and a Kodak/
love my baby moms to death, she don't believe that/
s***, I ain't never there for her to see that/
don't wanna lose my wiz, beggin her to this bid/
not jail, but this music s***/
and I know your family hate me, but we've come far/
just us against the world, unarmed...me and my girlfriend/
there come a time when your mind ain't right, and you palm a luger/
and you get used ta, not being used ta/
I'm cool with where the Lord placed me/
but I hold my heat, and pray I never have to take it off safety/
I pray for all my n****s, pitchin on the curb/
Jersey City will get the recognition it deserves/
I pray for my son, he'll have genes like me/
pray that he don't have to go through everything like me/
pray that God bring out the things I never knew I had in me/
the rest of my mom and dad in me, uh huh.
-Joe Budden
Television:
N/A, I don't watch T.V. Except for ESPN and football.
Books:
I read......can't worry about what another n**** think, now that's liberation and baby I want it...
-Andre 3000...not strong, only agressive, not free, we only licensed/
not compassionate only polite, now who's the nicest/
not good, but well behaved, chasing after death/
so we can call ourselves brave, still livin like mental slaves/
hiding like thieves in the night from life/
illusions of oasis making you look twice/
hiding like thieves in the night from life/
illusions of oasis making you look twice...
-BlackstarNow take your hands and wave em high, they told me I can’t but I said “why?â€/
like f*** it, I’ll try, NOT f*** it and die/
see this is real emotion we deal with often, and don’t reveal it often/
We stuff it inside, but I’m like f*** it lets ride I…/
do what I do cause I do what I do, what I feel/
they do what they do in hopes that what they do may appeal/
they gotta image and persona that they gotta fill/
that they betta do for revenue, so labels will be thrilled/
kinda feel like a wanted man, I can't talk to folk cause when I ask them to trust me/
all they wanna do is judge me, I'm feelin like they don't understand/
I'm feelin like ain't to many people friendly, I feel like ain't too many people are what they to pretend to be/
cause I'm in that zone, I feel alone, like everybody’s against me/
I just feel like I'm my worst enemy, and nah its not a cry for no sympathy/
I'm just thinkin out loud to a crowd, I'm trying to figure out some remedy/
almost like every lesson, its like every jewel, every tool thats ever been lent to me/
for the moment is gone, I'm like a newborn, I feel like a man with no memory/
slow it down for a sec make sure I'm not losing you, or confusing you, I'm delusional/
if you've never been there then you have no idea what illusions do/
through and through, I'm hoping these signs ain't vital, and none of these rhymes inside the recital/
I do mean that I'm suicidal, I ain't that Houston dude/
but I'm a MAN-I-AC/
don't get over, drunk or sober this the same way I'd act/
and I'm striving to pull together but at least until these voices inside of me/
go forever be aloft and I'm liable to do whatever COME ON!
-Joe Budden
Heroes:
My mother, my father, and my grandmother.Lord, it's a constant stuggle, down here/
especially when all you know how to do is hustle, down here/
lord it's a miracle I'm still breathing, down here/
lord it's a battlefield, down here/
lord it's easy to get killed, down here/
so I keep my family near me, down here/
and keep my bulletproof vest on/
thank you lord for making teflon, down here/
cause the ghetto has a way of manipulating the children/
tricking them into believing that life has no meaning, down here...down here/
lord if you see my grandmother, up there/
tell her I know she's disappointed in me, hates to see me in and out of jail/
but tell her life ain't as heavenly here, as it is, up there/
I know it's probably lovely, up there/
but tell her I ain't in no rush to get, up there/
so I keep my pistols off safety/
at all costs I have to protect and feed, these babies/
as they lay, it's been hell, keeping my black ass from coming, up there/
so I'm thankful everyday, and pray my enemies/
don't roll down on me, and send me kicking and screaming up there.
-Lyfe Jenningsyou know in more than one way cocaine numbs the brain/
all I did was think about, how the funds once came/
then I ran across this memory and it stung the brain/
how can you ever destroy the beauty from which one came?/
that's a savage you're the reason why me and these beats make a marriage/
why I rhyme above average and, I ain't sh**/
glad you got yourself together, no thanks to me/
strong and beautiful the way things should be, you must love me
-Jay Z...I'm talking all along the way/
with all I used to say, almost couldn't take it/
said I wouldn't make it to be 21/
and stand up on my own 2.../
I've traveled high and low/
if there's one thing I know/
I know,I know.../
I know how to survive.../
when your mind ain't right and it's hard to sleep/
and you try to hide the pain but the scars are deep/
look me in the eyes and tell me what you see/
when your mind ain't right and it's hard to sleep/
and you try to hide the pain but the scars are deep/
look me in the eyes and tell me what you see/
I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gonna hold me down/
now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closer now...
-Joe Budden
