West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: HaUzTiLe on September 27, 2004, 08:16:52 PM
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Im broke so Im rhymin out of desperation.//
Im starving and aint getting help from this nation.//
Got my girl knocked up, I got a new mouth to feed.//
Time to set the shit right, with this new breed.//
Unemployed, hustling to survive.//
I need green, fuck money 4 ice.//
Im not looking to be nice, Im lookin to succeed.//
I feel trapped, and need to be freed.//
Non factor parents, no trust fund.//
So no one cares if I end up a bum.//
If I didnt have words to release.//
I'd kill myself fo not having cheese.//
I wanna change shit, but I cant be a politician cause I aint full of shit.//
So when I hear these crackers talk I feel sick.//
Medical bills coming I see it in my future.//
God please help me cause I dont wanna end up a loser.//
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keep ya head up homie
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keep ya head up, ure lungs out
i feel ya cuzzin, we in this till we ride out
sometimes I sit back and glance back
2 my past filled wit violent contempt
i come here n lyrically vent
but still, nothin ever makes sense
i did everythin in my heart just to keep my people alive
with our heads up while we survive
but without trust, love, n self lovin pride
u ain't gettin shit outta this life
u gotta try 2 give up this idea of perfection
you'll run yourself through an endless maze
u try hard to get in tha perfect direction
all the while being trapped in a cage
i tired 2 help out a female
22 with a kid, a bad heart livin a life of hell
but dats without gettin into a detail
long story short, i made it worse
by gettin close 2 her then pullin a reverse
it happens again n again
i feel like im cursed cuzz i commit so much sin
been locked up 3 times but still...
i feel like im goin back soon even tho im chill
bills adding up every fuckin day
and evey time i look out the window, i see this dirty bay
but i dunno what to do, I ain't tryin 2 get away
this is my foundation, my home, i swear im tryin 2 find a way
got cats out there waitin to blast on me
got bitches out there waitin to get they hands on me
u dunno how it feels to have 2 watch yur back eveywhere u go
it's like a krayzie pain in your stomach as soon as u start 2 stroll
i dunno....this shit is kinda gettin to me i guess
my family is dyin inside, they gone maintain at best
and im juss goin in circles....in circles....in circles..............