Jan. 29, 2013

All I See

From Redemption by Ray Jones (author's profile)

Transcription

Song: All I See
Album: Galaxy West

V1
West going on, n da world today,
Everybody be act fake,
Tryna be like da next person,
N be quick 2 playahate...
N if I don't, make it 2 heaven,
Who gonna look out, foe da kidz,
U got hoochyz, actn skanless,
Skemen on foolz, foe dey endz...
Trappn ballerz, dat be slippn,
Neva discussing safe sex,
Cryin n kourt, kuz it's whose fault
Foe gettn n between her legz...
Dey tryna hide us blak brothaz,
N hoez be turning snitch,
Tryna come up off welfare,
Throwing us in & out da system...
Female really don't know shit,
Chasen foolz dat got money,
N don't know how 2 raise dey kidz,
Dat be actn like dummyz,
Droppn outta skool 2 get doe,
Not knowing how 2 read & write,
Tryna hook up wit snow bunnyz,
Snortn lines of chyna white...
Quick 2 blast u n da bak,
Once dey hear u coming up,
Layn up n da hospital,
When u find out who it was...
U can't trust nobody nomore,
Dey wanna bust yo' bubble,
Every morning I wake up,
All I see is da struggle...

Chorus:
Growing up I neva had nathan,
Put a gat n my drawlz,
Running da streetz, puttn n work,
Hopen I neva fall off...
Every nite I be n da hood,
Kickn game 2 da brothaz
Smashn bustaz who talkn spit,
All I see is da struggle...

V2
U gotta watch, who u funkn wit,
Kuz everybody gettn hung,
Gettn swung, against patrol carz,
Thinkn date we got a gun...
Police be aiming at yo' head,
Ready 2 use dat excuse,
Dat u was reachn foe a gun,
Before dey execute u...
Just like da judge be tryna do
When u go up n kourt,
Dey tryna hang us like a slave,
Given yo' potna da rope...
After he testify against u,
What da hell can u do,
Given yo' people da bad newz
About da hommy, ain't true...
U got girlz, running away,
Tryna meet dem a baller,
Gettn turned out n da streetz
Lookn foe dat almighty dolla...
Claimn dat she was molested,
So she whoren on da corna
Gettn money by playn trix
Talkn about, nobody loves ya...
It neva makes no sense 2 me,
Growing up, n a broken home,
Momz used 2 play all typez of foolz,
N den drag us 2 church...
Itz jus a krazy ass world,
Dat wanna bust yo' bubble,
Every morning I wake up,
All I see is da struggle...

V3
Fresh out da joint, with a hundred
Dollaz n my pocket,
Still getn frisked, like a kriminal
Up n da parole office...
Kuz white folx built dis pen,
2 keep us blax locked up,
Hopen dat we neva get out,
From da gangz & da drugz...
Gettn rich off dopefiendz,
Stealn all da white folx goodz,
Dey strung out on cocaine,
White folx, put n da hood...
Dey got brothaz doing time,
Day 4 day on a sentence,
Pissn off foolz, bekuz dey girl,
Don't ever write, or come visit...
Taken away da t,vees,
Cigarettes & education,
Tryna ban a bunch of shit,
So we can't learn nathan...
Hopen us brothaz stay dumb,
When u get out of jail,
Do a crime & come bak,
I hear it neva failz...
Brothaz be killn brothaz,
Every day n da streetz,
Until samthan drastik happenz,
Dey neva squash da beef...
It's jus a krazy ass world,
Dat wanna bust my bubble,
Every morning I wake up,
All I see is da struggle...

Guess who's back?

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