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Data di rilascio: 13.11.2023
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
What's My Life Like |
They wanna take a look at how my life is |
But do they really wanna know how my life is? |
So deep up in this thing it’s like a life bid |
Feelin the pain of the world, that’s how my life is |
Fucked up circumstances ! With no means of advancement |
Have them slingin them things, you won’t have clean hands when |
dirt gotta be done, you wanna live like a king should |
Trigger like Eastwood, so now he eats good |
Plus got goons at his command, he’s runnin shit now |
Say the word them niggaz’ll be gunnin shit down |
His life is like he grew up fast as hell |
He was raised by the hood and learned to blast real well |
Life is like pedal to the floor, pedallin the raw |
Fuck around he’ll bring the hot metal to your door |
Got bitches galore, ghetto superstar shit |
If you ain’t truly gully, he ain’t the type that you would spar with |
Goes all out in warfare, beware |
Got enough firepower to make the whole precinct scared |
When it’s all said and done, it’s get the money and run |
Time ain’t really on your side when you live by the gun |
He wanted money for college, wanted to be his own man |
Joined the service now he’s fightin in Iraq reppin his homeland |
Sees more destruction, than he imagined |
Hears anything move, then he’s bound to bust his cannon |
What’s it all about teamwork means survival |
He’s a soldier, a long way from senior prom in high school |
Constant thoughts of the loved ones missed |
Caught up right up in the midst of what might be the ugliest |
No time for hesitation, no margin for error |
He ain’t goin to the club, no profilin in the mirror |
He’s rollin with a squadron makin every second count |
Other choices may have sent him on a whole different route |
But none of that matters now, he’s ready to die for his country |
Not a boy any more, no time to cry for his mommy |
Just lost another comrade, in a barrage |
Visions of home seem so close, and yet so far |
A hard workin man all his life bought a business in the hood |
Makin money, showin love, and still livin in the hood |
Had a house with a fence, two blocks from the PJ’s |
Never ever got involved, in any he say/she say |
Mr. Community, father figure to many |
Conservative ways and never dressin too trendy |
Could have drove a big car instead a modest sedan |
Likes his wife to wrap his sandwich with a lot of Saran |
Doesn’t understand hip-hop, but keeps an open mind |
Says if there’s somethin you wanna know then you better go and find |
just what your life has got in store for you |
Might be tellin you that there’s a whole lot more for you |
Takin his weekly jog down at the public park |
He didn’t seem to notice, four thugs in the dark |
They mugged him and slugged him now the neighborhood mourns |
That night in the same hospital four babies were born |