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Originally Posted by GeDa Beast
im from the ghetto where the shells flare
crack babies and welfare
its hell here, many nights I seen death dwell here
check and see, the grim reaper stay next to me
or in the palms of fiends, takin the form of ectasy
come walk down these hectic streets
come peep how they dead the beef, come see
how its many residents livin without heat
or without water, for the upperclass its poverty
but to us its like slaughter
so we blame so and so and murder folks
we in america, we shouldnt be oppressed like in Kosovo
and we depressed cos we know the roll
either plays sports, spit raps, go to jail or we overdose
not off of drugs but off of life itself
sometimes im feelin like i be fightin myself
not off of drugs but off of life itself
sometimes im feelin like i be fightin myself
thats the entire verse
Its about the conditions that goes on in the ghetto. Real life situations
I also rap about havin guns ad shootin guns. its shit that be goin on everyday son. This is how Im gettin money. If I can buy something for a low price then turn around and sell it for an even higher price, then Im goin to do it for the $$$
the person I sold my .22 to was my nigga DJon I be around him everyday. He's crazy I really didnt want to sell it to him, cos he talks about seriously killin niggas all the time, and he has a hot temper, but, when that money was placed in my hand it was totally different. especially when Im low on funds. Im down to my last 2 nick bags, I dont have a job, which is my fault, but I HAVE been tryin to get one, no lie. The money was needed, but I turned around and bout that .38. Now Im about to sell it to my cousin.
Im sellin protection to the people I care about, plus Im gettin paid for it.
I have to do what I have to do man, I cant live off of pot pies and packs of noodles and sandwiches. lol
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