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Posted by on May 29, 1998 at 00:31:04:
Just had to ryme. Someone was battlin' in the Micotastrophe. Its real out there why should i battle in here/ Niggas seem to see through my body so clear/. I got numorus fears shedded...... plenty of tears/ Frequently finding myself puffin' blunts and drinkin beers. Quit school moms stressing me bout rent/ But my girl know how to keep my benjamins spent/ She told me I should go back to sellin rocks on the block. Was on the block yesterday/ And three niggas got shot/ Why deez niggas plot I don't knowwwwwwwwwww/ On the real I feel they just do it for show. Im movin to slow/ For these times passin' by/ Fuck it swallow my pride/ Real Niggas cry. I came to a conclusion/ its real on nez streets/ so when i hear a beat I represent for my peeps. So when people sleep about the feelings I write/ Say to myself- dem niggas blind/ and they don't have sight. But out of spite/ I still chill by they side/ Givem rides/ Some dealers wit you in the car is possibly homicide. I see niggas on Tv wishin it could be me/ Thinking I could stumble on a deal and think freely/ Kids look up to me, and wanna be me/ I drive 87 not Lexus or a Bently. Every dime I spend is on bitches blunts and booze/ Ima start buying books and gather up my tools/ to work my way out of this mess. Sincerely yours this is blackmans stress.
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