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Product of the Slums
IP:
Damani-DaGrinch - tryin to get signed
Termz - I remember
Kosha fo Passova - keepin it kosha
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Yea this is just somethin I whipped up when I was in a shitty
mood as u can probly tell lol it may make sense to u or not
I jus wrote whatever wanted to come out and be written
peace ~1~
Years of pain and tears,cements yo brain into a ruthless frame of mind/
Heart goes cold as you grow old from watchin fuckin babies die/
So its no wonder why.....now I get high wit no remorse or sorry thoughts when I see a corpse/
The original source of pain is now the force....that drives me to split niggaz like divorce/
Mind becomes a dark place,a nutcase, all yo good thoughts are erased/
Now I do and embrace,the very sick shit that used to hurt me in the first place/
Childrens smiles or childrens cries.....slowly it makes no diffrence to me anymore/
Now its all the same,cause poverty has corrupted my brain to its very core/
3rd world starvation,little girls is aids patients....shit is twistin me beyond reckognition/
It affects me less and less as I watch and listen,wars,cancer and plane collisions/
No longer a disturbence or something sick, just a common sight and regular shit/
Poisoning me and spreading through my body like cancer till I finally submit/
So here I am no longer a man,just a soulless mass in human form/
Couldnt take the shit no more so finally........... I have fully transformed............
Ya all these killaz,thugs and drug dealez......just a product of their enviroment
The slums and projects is a jungle.......so what else could it produce but animals........
Verse 2
Now look at the monster I've become.....and its only getting worse/
U can see verse by verse,the spirit of my lyrics only gets more perverse/
NOW try reading my mind.....you need a flashlight to find anything in the darkness/
And if great art comes from great pain,then I'll have no problem being an artist/
A twisted jungle of veins and insane thoughts...combined wit extreme inteligence/
The Projects have educated me,and I see the world for what it really is ever-since/
Thats the product,of guns,drugs,AK's and kids catchin strays/
Used to duck slugs wit luck......now I wouldnt give a fuck where I spray/
Catch a body wit the shotty.....Id be a fuckin liar if I said I was sorry/
Cause projects and wars produce more animals then a fuckin safari/
So If Im stalkin at night and catch u walkin,yo ass better take flight/
Cause I wont hesitate to strike.....and leave u bleedin under the streetlights/
No more soul only out for dough, my heart has become blacker then-coals/
Packin chrome roamin the sewer systems,snatchin victims thru manholes/
Knowing one day its my turn to lay.....in my own blood and guts, decomposing/
The door to hell is wide open and the door to heaven has long since started closing/
I absorbed my saroundings,.....the botomless pit opend I slipped and I fell/
For all the people who made my change possible...........I'll see you cowards in hell.............
Outro: yea we blame the thugs and dealerz who tryin to survive
but we should be blamin the people who made them
U aint born an evil person.......evil is created
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