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Posted: Thursday May 24th, 2007 16:42 |
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Living life as a road man,
Its cold man, the story is untold man
You may hold grand’s
But you age before your birth certificate says you’re an old man
But this is how we roll man
It takes its toll man
I’ve lost my soul damn, to the road, man
Take a trip with me; let me show you how I’m living
The misgivings, how the streets is unforgiving
You trip up; end up with getting your face cut
Baseball bats and gats, black kids holding straps
Never wanting to live like that
But chasing the quick buck
Rolling in flash cars after girls to pick up
Hooking up, real quick with chicks impressed by the whips
Not internships, hardships, UNI with part-time work shifts
Taking overseas trips, shopping sprees gift
Catch my not working in Tesco’s or Mickey D’s drift
But through all that still hard up guess it's hard luck
Got to have your guard up, watch your back or you will get scarred up
Star struck, big man with street rep in and out of jail
Court dates, run ins with police, tears and betrayal
But all hail some backward notion of getting respect
While parents work their ass off for a small pay check
Dabbling in cheques from overseas while mums a full-time cleaner
Everyday I get leaner caught up in yet another misdemeanour
Love to glorify the hustle but this life is a struggle
Escaping getting caught the madness of the hustle and bustle
Throw in a little muscle always on the edge
Looking for someone to beat up the discretion always alleged
The street pledge exercising my right to remain silent
My days: selling to clients. My Nights: violent
No compliance to the law but still got respect for elders
Two baby infants, two different women, me: a seller
End up a prison dweller so how am I meant to school my kids
My bid make as many quid’s till someone closed my eyelids
God forbid I die now thinking what was it all worth
At birth came out crying still scared of living on earth
So chasing death, lose my breath and causing hurt my work
Still kneeling before the alter Sunday morning praying in church
My mind going berserk but I’m expected to be sinister
But nothing prepared me for the day I'd be rejected by the minister
People like me are not welcome, man this life is insane
What is rife in this game is the strife, death and pain
All I hear is silence when I ask for some guidance
So my heart turns cold and now I’ve become a tyrant
Can’t anyone see I’m hurting? I never chose to lead this life
I sold my soul to the road man, everybody has their price
The streets is my shepherd and I am left wanting
It makes me lie down in dirty pastures hunting
I’m like a lion in this habitat that is always on the prowl
Like a vulture eating of the carcasses, my environment is foul
Someone lead me unto the path of righteousness I’m on this type of quest
I’m a street role model to so many who else can right this mess
Ignore the desperation, listen, hear the streets crying to the nation strident
And all we get is the division of the police force – Operation Trident
Why then is nothing happening? The death toll a cry, a wave for help
Stuck in a vicious cycle where you try and save yourself.
Recruiting young soldiers trying to protect our own as our community implodes
Like the country goes to war in name of the flag we do it for our post code
There is a cynical sense to the madness we're not wanted by the system
And there is more than meets the eye where black boys are the victim
Everytime I try to leave the road, man, I get dragged straight back
Just boxed in, my environment has set me up in this trap
When you feel you have no choices, got to make the best of what you got.
So elevated myself on the road map, see ambitions to the top
Can't say I haven't worked hard or hard work or maybe I'm just hard
Discard it when I get told I'm guilty I don't hold that in regard
My environment grew me I am the end result of conditions
So now you put blame on me now after being spoon fed this position
Now if another gang is rolling 10 deep armed and opposing you
Tell me what the f**k am I supposed to do?
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Strengthening Hold On Where My Ancestors Nucleated
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Posted: Monday June 11th, 2007 00:47 |
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That was very sick blud.
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