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[Intro - talking]
Hello
This is pacific bell with a collect call from...
Brian deed
Oh, that's my homeboy
If you accept charges press 1 now
Hey Rhino on the phone ya'll
If not hang up
Yeah, I accept
For operator assistance...
Oh, ok hold on
Please stay on the line
Witch one? I push 1
Thank you for using pacific bell
No problem bitch
Oh, what's up blood?
Yeah, this is Brian Deed man
Yeah, you know where am at
Up here with my boy tact
They got my boy G up in max
Any how, where in here writing some lyrics
About what where going trough
You know, it's kind of heavy, but...
Yo, this is on my mind man
But I want you to check this out man
Check it out
[Verse 1]
I'm living in the ghetto selling dope is the only thing I know
Penny petty jobs never helped buy a 5.0
I know I'm living wrong
Every day I pray the lord to give me the strength and courage
To take care of my wife and kids
I'm only 23 but I feel like 46
Try to be responsible, I gotta feed my kids
System on my back
No matter how I try to fight
It's really plain and simple
Black is bad and good is white
The life I'm forced to live
Or should I say the life I lead
It's to materialistic and my goals are killed by greed
But looking back in time
I really can't be blame cause it's sad
In school I seen the white kids with everything I wish I had
A big and happy home
A mother and a father
Shoulded stayed in school but the streets say why bother
So I'm on the corner shooting dice into the late night
Trying to make my money and hope to soon live a normal life
But things are looking bad
Rollers sweet me everyday
So when I'm in my house I write my raps and hope it pays
My mother tried to worn me
What comes around goes around
Selling dope to brothers is bringing my own people down
Deep down I know she's right
But maybe soon ill make her proud
Making legal money with my music while I move the crowd
But now I gotta struggle
Day by night and night by day
Stuck with all these problems
And these games people play
Word
[talking]
Yeah, you know what I'm saying blood
I'm just... that's just something I wrote man
A little something
Hey, man why you passing the phone to him dude
Shit out my mind for shit I don't know
Anyways old blood
Fuck no dude, no dude no
My boy Tact he hitting it
You know my boy got some shit too man
Come on man, hurry up
He wrote some dope shit
I want you to check this out man
He got it going on you know
I let you guy's use the phone for the last time
Check it out thou
Tact bust that shit
[Verse 2]
I'll never happened to me
That's what I always said
Now I'm locked down 50 thou
That's for bail I think I'm going to spend it
If I sit here any longer
Its gonna make me kill one of these redneck matherfuckers
The day before court
Thinking hard about my rights
Am I gonna fight or plied guilty the drug site
The judge will played me close
Like I shot a cop
But I got cough with rocks
But the judge just won't stop
My nerves is at their ends
I just really, really wanna go home
I promise to get a job go to school
And leave drugs alone but he ain't going for it
In other words kissing ass
Well he rally tells me like my daddy gonna ship my ass up the fucking river
In a bloody body bag
(Body bag) laughs
With the rest of the black trash
Looking for his white ass
Now a nigga is stuck in the dope move
Situation sentence by this race nation on the long vacation
And I really don't know
How the fuck I should feel
Is like I'm on a slave boat
Getting shipped the prison Ville
Niggaz getting money
[talking]
Dam word
You know what I'm saying, I a I
I, I know where the man is coming from, you know
He turn, he ain't bullshitting
Cause you know
The way they're doing brothers down there this ain't right
You know what I'm saying
But you know I ain't getting into all that
Yo check this out
[Verse 3]
My baby needs some food
My sister needs a winter coat
So I'm on the streets forced again to sell dope
Already cough a case
Did my time
But now I'm back again
Tried to get a job
But a felon really can't win
So when I'm on the block
Must be smart I can't be dumb now
I refused the be the one
Doing time in Quinton lock down
My gat is got my back
My mind it's got my future
Try to interfere well the fact is I might shoot you
Don't want to be a killer but my instinct gives a bad type
Wont even acetate to wipe away a cops life
Some times I want to cry
But a man will never shed a tear
I fight with my emotions but I never fight fear
The game is getting rough
The stakes are getting higher
Who ever said is not must be dumb and just a liar
Cause brothers got it real tough dying every day
A mist of life and problems
Hey fool where your whole pussy? What up dude
And these games people play
Word
Ok fool
[Outro - talking]
Well you know
Hey, hey... man
I hope... you know
That's just some tight shit we wrote
How long till lunch
Any how thou man
Hey, ok check this out
Umm, I'm about to get out the phone
Hey dude
This fool is over here sweating me for the phone
Hey, man you about to get your turn just wait
Where they at?
My boy said... my boy Tact said be cool
Wish me luck in court tomorrow aight you know
I'll tell G what's up if I see him
Ya'll be cool now
Peace
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