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 عنوان المشاركة: Re: my report on living (the american ghetto way)
مشاركة غير مقروءةمرسل: الخميس أكتوبر 04, 2012 5:21 am 
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مشاركة غير مقروءةمرسل: الجمعة أكتوبر 05, 2012 3:10 am 
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لا ادري ماذا اقول لك

شكرا

الحلو من يراها

الاتية لك و و لكل اخوتي الحقة

لا الدم بل الولاء

no only blood
we talking loyalty
this ones for the family brothers
the truest
for u i live life to the fullest
u make me want to hold the globe on my index finger and spin it
like a basketball i let it spin

one love
with out ya life is lost

ur truth n truth calls it
if there is a land for ya i cross it

if there is evil i boss it
if u want me to sit still i take out the order never cross it

i am my brother's keeper
like wise they keep me

i ain't nuthing without my true brothers
this life is like a ride

some cause crazy inside
some play quite

we play loud
cuz we walk so proud

we the generation that the family built
we the true tomorrow n no we don't feel guilt

GOD made us
so why all the player haters are tring to fade us

they jealous
watch they eyes envious when we rize

lets resize this phrase
look how we got'em in a made maze

a matrix
watch how we play this
n how they hate this
but we look at it n smile like bliss
two true cool brothers up in the mix
watching out from the fakes n tricks

we chop up the story in the deep club
while the enemy watches n counts cheap in the fakers club

lets make'em retire to sleep
the enemy hates it when we on the creep(walking slowly without being noticed:) )

see they can't resist it
we got they mind twisted

we family for life look how we got them blisted
sitting till we play our turn
once we see light we in the firm

they got me circled
only my brrother can reach me

then we blow up they circle
only the true can ride with me

lets hollar play ball
we down to ride for life thill this life falls

let the evil ways get play
they play day is our own payday

no way we ease up on the come up
we make the trees wanna run up

words like music
amusment park

like trees blowing back
like ur favorite snack as u lay back

if u hear them right
then ur ear got light

i smile like i might
n when its a no i still smile like might

wicked inside
got to live life
not live a lie
i play by no rule

we in the land with rude
anti christs n fakes n snakes who act smooth
they head about to break
lets watch 'em count they last breath n catch they first mistake

i promise u we ride till there ain't nuthing left
i promise u we be the last ones left
just hold on strong n we ride thhis one out from right to left
left to right
forward the life on high power
picture us living forever while our enemy's death is sour

we engaging
like fighter plane attacks

no way we gon' fall back to they wack snacks
no hard trip can make us bowdown in sorrow
me n u can make they hard times need help to stand
we harder than they tripping they need to borrow
another helping hand to be able to keep up
they can't follow
where me n u r heading

no one shall witness our entrance from the snakes
no one out the family ,makes no mistake
no matter how long time seems
we in the keep quite till gone
when they ask what went wrong
we be like who still hanging on

who saw waht happened ?
now who calimed that we were wrong?

no one says things right
they talk crooked

every one out side the circle is blind
behind time
lost in hallucnations

no wonder when we speak they look as if they'r meditating

when we scream they look like they head is aching

n they call it ego
i call it real though
why they don't like us to glow?
cuz they can't out shine us
they wish but can't find us

if they lucky they get a small candel for light
if we pass we get a whole sun for our light
we solar
n they soft
our electrity is a different type of volt

use it wisly
walk wiith it proudly
don't worry about them saying we talk loudly
forever remember they brain is cloudy
how can they sens past this ,n say they found me

i disappear profoundly
made to trick'em all as i play'em like a game of chess
with no rest
i might ache from bleeding scares but i make they head exlode from stress
i still stand even though they broke the net
i still stand cuz they weak ness is y pet

they most evil moment is my snacking time on a flight
adrenaline rushing u
when combining the darkness with the light
bringing pain like two bad nurses touching u


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مشاركة غير مقروءةمرسل: الجمعة أكتوبر 05, 2012 7:25 am 
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اشترك في: الخميس سبتمبر 22, 2011 2:56 am
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only GOD can judge me
how could these people bug me
they ain't my peers and over the years they ain't never loved me
how can they say i'm lovely?
when i turn my back all they wanna do is cut me
they can't hold me enough to hug me

i scream out only GOD can judge me
looking at the morning pictures and they still ugly
how can the world say peace ,sing songs and act dovly

i tell y brother
don't let them beat u
why be scared they don't feed u
how can u be sorry they say they don't need u
forever be strong soon u will be true
the heart pumps blood so we must see through

only GOD will judge u
don't cry when the world gets rough too
we here to show not glow by know
only the bad will seek know to show to get close to being a hero
we don't need to proceed that they evil need to greed is feeding their head killing the numbers turning them to zero

did change come
while i sit sipping on my glass of passion
the whole world is passing
keep hurassing
asking
when in fact they don't deserve the pleasure of answering what they asking
they so far gone
n claim im wrong
with every day they play the same sad song
am i wrong for trying to stay strong while hanging on
keeping my head still even though i can't sleep awake from dark till dawn
early wake gets my stomach to ache
more people to come and witness morning light
like healthy aims r dieing tonight
keep it real is selling out so i can't sell out cuz sellingv out is out
real is in
between me n my self i need in
far from out
i cant go
i m far from so
like stars far from planet earth yo

i might be late
i might make mistakes
but im an early plate
im at a gate
i still await
from date
till my soul breaks
i seek clear not fake
i can't be fake
im far from a home so i meditate
like little kids far from the favorite cake
i walks no water surface
but i make my enemies nervous

drill to fill
chill at will
grill a mill
that won't get u kill

only kill if u can't tell the difference between fake n real
guns don't kill
people do
so watch over who is in ur imediat crew
best to figer out before down south
reaches through
winter is close n summer is through


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مشاركة غير مقروءةمرسل: الاثنين أكتوبر 08, 2012 6:53 am 
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اشترك في: الخميس سبتمبر 22, 2011 2:56 am
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metaphorically speaking
this is the lay low season
my life ain't peaking
as a matter of fact it's sleeping
mind twisted n blisted n i know why
heart aches as i see no lie
down to die n i won't put up my hands to kill
but if it's a matter of family i won't know what to say
or which way the story will stay
i come from a culture of gang land violence
a culture of peace in the silence
bliss is behind us
plus now a days had turned into a minus
tomorrow sun dries a new day
but always i see the same things just a different day

the demons on ur chest n shoulders say
same thing everyday
they don't quite
n we don't learn
it's like we r not equipt
although we r

i ask my self what do i take from looking at a star
nuthing but life won't move far
running away from my self as if im running in a getaway car

to much pressurr causes drama
to many bad thoughts causes karma
too many friends will get u killed
too much riches will get u weak
people around the world r getting crazier as we speak

the world done change
they ask how can i stay alive after all troubles i survived
it's GOD'S will my frined it ain't mine
i choose the day given n i don't pick the lines
i let what ever is neseccary to fall in lines
in it's own place to make sure neseccary survives

i gotta get to my self ,n no i don't want blood
i gotta pull my self from the boot straps n outta mud
jump up so high
that the sky
will feel my fly
painfull moments
when pain was running deep
so deep that it's hard to sleep
walk or talk
like a mad flight flighing in the dark
saved by a place to park


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مشاركة غير مقروءةمرسل: الاثنين أكتوبر 15, 2012 11:49 am 
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every body is crazy
no running for the own
they run after a bone
painted half golden half chrome
look u left yo baby alone at home
beware of the beast
he prepares the human race for a feast
back stabbing thoughts
look at what u bought
have or have not
little sky demons get dropped lite hot
throwen by the fire
copper and iron they can never win
reaching the human through his desire
weak is weak but strong is on
no more tripping
no more slipping
hard core becomes the living
all i see is brothers acting less than real
do u feel?
no more ways for the weak
let the evil speak
out the people they get they own self in defeat
retreat is hard u can't act hard n smart
when it's dark u gotta act ghost mode
ur no around for the finding
ur at the wall climbing
watching out ur back while smilling
watching they paper ways go on profiling
u still look at it like the ain't wilding
the acting like childeren childing
playing around with the fire while sitting there looking like dead souls
lost control
looking for the fire to cope
the desire wrote
what the mind thought
n what the action bought
it's a trap ur suppose to fall
u can't see im all up but won't hurt u
looking like ur words desert u
when u can't find one word to stick to
let glue do the work
i know it must hurt
but hey who got u in dirt ?
wasn't it yo place at work?
was it i who made u slip
fall,
catch deadly feeds from a slight cold
get up watch the sky is waiting
look around the whole world is breaking
the ground s shaking
its time for u to be released
time for u to seek ur seek
walk ur walk
have ur say
talk how u wanna talk
its ur free fall
now do it all
blaze
ur fire burns it all
like madness u saw
now its time for u to lunatic ur way out the hell hole
they never thought u come through
oohhh now look at u
hard headed scared in the heart n still going
aaahhhh for eve growing
like stars for earthlings r for ever glowing
look it s the time
speed the process of ur come back
take two steps back
n release ur self
like a bullet throwen out the clip to cuz drastic changes in one's lifeline
shoot straight aim hard
now we past blind
no cell built big enough to hold me n my ways i say
look these ain't the hope days
this is the way we spray
i listen, digest ,disapear,n' come back when its time to carryy out the holy say
look tomorrow holds a different day
can't u see the sky
its not raining play
its having its say
listen n u might pass her ways
if u act like the rest
please step back off the nest


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مشاركة غير مقروءةمرسل: الاثنين أكتوبر 15, 2012 1:17 pm 
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اشترك في: الخميس سبتمبر 22, 2011 2:56 am
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i know i said this would be the bells of war
i'll talk about love for a minute so hold on
let me finish my say
even in war love must help me to walk that way
i send this one out to the only
holy
one
the father and i am the son
bowdown to kiss the hands i miss
looking at times i spent away on this
trip called living
it as if i was sent away to learn
now i wish to come back
sit next to my breath bringer
the love inside my heart in times like these is a singer
one love for ever i stay loyal
remain calm cuz i know u holing me strong
this life is full of bullets but ur presence remains me away from wrong
closer to light
without u love
i be outta life
like a kid without a hoe to fly too
im all alone next to my misery till i was found
bleeding n scared
u took me in gave me life
breathed new life in me
i was a dead g
living off my own humanity
killed my self now i wanna protect my health
love made my world go round
turned my deelings upside down
turned a smile from a huge frawn
the only way i see truth
the only time i see youth
it's when im with u
u make my world dance in silence
free not scared from sirense
even if they wer coming for me
u raised me up to be brave g
a loyal tree
love runs in the roots of me
like blood n more to see
i thank the lord for a happy family
the truest of all the ones that matter
i sell my soul life for ya
i trade my self in for a happy vibe to be past within
i trade my life for yours
i die if away
i cry when im out of say
i wish i can see the face of my owner once more
jump in the arms of the only one when im around i feel secure
have the best hug in the world
the best smile i ever witnessed
this life is like wicked sickness and ur presence is my cure
this life is so far away
but u make it pure
eery thing owe you
i belong to the true
im owned bu the best i knew
there is only one holy
i blessed that u even remember to know me
im like lost at times but i only
try to kill my time cuz it goes by slowly
i ain't got a problem with waiting
but my waiting is causing me aching
cuz im away breaking
like a lost kid no fakng
im real
some time i feel
like steel
but at times i hear my self squele
like a lost kid at feel
al the time im far from home
between me n home a huge distance resides
no way for my eyes to see home again
picture my agony
im like sleepless ever since i got sent away from home
awiting the moment i go back
n now i know its wrong
it wont happen
i feel between me n home there is a gap n
ocean
seas n trees
land n people that dont want to see me
i leave await m death
it s the hardest thing in the world when u know u can't make it back home
never had the chance to say proper good bye
i was took away
now im on the streets strayed
no way time passes me by so slow
i await to see one more minute in any street before i go
no more of that i gotta stay away from such thoughts
maye when i die i see one more time home
i know destruction awaits it
but oh well
its only words of lost wishes i spell


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مشاركة غير مقروءةمرسل: الأحد أكتوبر 21, 2012 10:06 am 
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west side in this holy place right here
weside in this holy place
outlaw in this holy place right here
outlaw in this holy place
one day the sun is sure to come
dark in spiritual mode
darker than the darkest cloud sun
one day the world will sure come to a done
wonder where do we go from here
i see clear bad hard times were the bad is the aid is near
have no fear
cry no tear
to the only
the wise holy
i know u know me
saw me
when the rest ignored me
rest need a rest
i must confess
no stress is mess
once the chest is blessed
the rest can rest
the only must speak
words must live to defeat
the bad that thinking they strong when they weak
no words come out they mouth as they speak
words are empty as empty heat
raised by al albiet
for sure see me sweet
atrractive plus i make ur heart beat
faster than it should looking at ur sitting in ur seat
unable to take ur mind off me
i gotta the whole world shook
scared to look ut can't take they eye off my book
al albeit raised what did i tell ya
u didnt listen now i spell ya
world pass on let the real carry on
we loved the maintainance of spirituality through out the journey
yes blessed by formality in depth
reality n health
mystery like wanna be's like the 12
tic toc on my clock
like wwatch how the world is spinning
only the real can understand
we connect from under the water
no way u see the hustle
making choices ain't eazy
find out who u really are
ur a star
u will get far
no way u stay marked
we must have urr grinded n ready for burn
like u know u must await ur turn
choose wizley
this world is louzy
crowded n roudy
look at the sky how it looks cloudy
no more nights wer they cant find me
nights we chased u through the night
chased u down the dark path
how long will u live?
no homie how long will u last?
look at the future as if ur looking at the past
this way u make sure u get the last laugh
stair straight n come correct
no time to waste we at the breaking of the net
what u see is what u get
what u know u must forget
learn to live n llearn to forget
pass no time in regret
spend it wizley on living correct
get the whole universe a reality check
words can help u stand
n can gain u respect
words can be a helping hand
or can be something u should neglect
say it how u live
watch out for snkes inside the nest
they lve on clincking to the real till they find a nest to rest
plus they push pain to ur chest
n wish u pain in the process of their intelect
for they can't stand correct
nor understand how it is to be a soldier of the west


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listen to the bells of war
listen to the rough things
no weakeness can ever walk the streets of the holy high
darkness must die
walk with me
let us hear the gathers of well
rocka by baby
im so thugged out n so crazy
dealing with casulties n mercineries who surface worries
i told u many times
but u still can't see
ya babies can't rock with thee
we 've been caught in this game for urs
trapped n shedding tattoo tears
got smake eyes but it ain't time to die yet
we live eternal never got prayed out
we stay sprout
no doubt
they stay in doubt
i don't sleep
i stay awake
way past late
n for every attitude is a moment i cried
i've been handling the stress of this game for years
blazed out shedding concrete tears
street jungle
concrete
hard headed hit ur headf against the wall
let the wall fall
keep hitting ur head soon its going to crumle n blast open
i see sunshine
from a crack in the wall
i know i will jump over
plan plan plotted
aim spot it
shoot straight
never crooked
look at the game how they shook it


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[size=150]father forgiving
while me and all my homies living in this prison
thinking this world is a prison
that we can never leave
in this hard concrete
a broken rose trying to give bloom through the cracks of the concrete
i must taste defeat to understand winning
i know it was never about sinning
we use sinning as a way to start the holy begining
thank you for for ever giving
im sorry for being forever missing
but to tell the truth youu are the one i'm missing
i love you and words can't explain my feeling
they might produce an image of part of the truth
im in deep pain cuz i am a youth
we must meet ain along the way of finding the truth
i must confess
without you life is a mess
a killer in pain
not knowing where to be heading what's the gain
what's the aim?
i ain't lost in a game
i'm in the holocost of the rain
maintained energy i bought lost in the rain
can't deny my losses
lost every single thing i own in the process
like i was ment to be crossed b the closest
they busting shots aimfully at me
like i was thier enemy see
no one gave a care
all they did was stare
acting i ain't there
were in fact i was as big as the maior
they deny me
cuz they can't reach me
they wanna blind me ,cuz they can't bind me
they want me to fight to the end but i'm only human
i fall at the end when i'm ment to be
as dead as dead can be
so why won't they let me live free?
trying to control me
own me
i tell them let go of me
they wanna sell me out
ambush me to get rid of me
n break the spirit living inside of me
i let it be
hold me father don't never let go of me
your the only one for me
im to the rest an enemy
can't see why they hate me so much
is it the package i got?
i don't kow when will they ever stop
i don't slow down to quit
im too legit to quit
im weak i know i can't stand
i know i promised to be a man in the land
the got me dead walking
no way i can't even be talking
im on the ground witnessing my own blood flow
while im witnessing brothers watching me
looking if i stand back or will i for ever go
no more him on the scene yo
he is gone
no all u were wrong
im on the next train to home land
energise me GOD
don't let them get the last stand on me
im on my knees don't let them pray me
i beg u i lost power
will n life is sour
no energy inside
my mind can't think i hide
i can't stand nor ride
i can't walk to step aside
im like dead with pain in the tide
for give me ut im dieing here
i ain't got any energy to lift my hand up
please come and save me
the whole world made me crazy
mama
won't you save ur baby?
this ghetto got me killed
help me out
was i made to get pushed faraway for ever alone
no one inside a broken home
my heart was awaiting you and no one ever showed up and was left alone
now i can't stand this place they gave me to live in
am i so bad to be left out in the dim
with demons in every sin
like coered picture i hide within
can't even sleep cuz they attack me to kill me
i wake up screaming
tangling in my sheats
picture a human being that can stay 3 days without saying one word for there is no one to talk to
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watch the clock reaction
tic tocing on the fair transaction
minutes last the same
wise words in this game
in this life like painted thrillers
grabing them street captures looking like empty fillers
grab your strap out the waist
empty the clip another life is put to waste
look at the skies so bright
too much sun shine
now the kids are crazy and only live one time
we awaiting signs
the prophecies are done
awaiting GOD'S magic
now enter the world of tragic
i maintain habbits
cold hearted so you can't grab it
im hopping on feet like a scared rabbit
running from crime
i know my shine is mine
taking my time
now lets rewind the grind
i picture you dearly
i know the deviol can't get near me
one day sure to make them run
one day sure to see the sun
this one day is sure to come
now it's my day so i hear them drums
you can't hold me down
im too much for this town
me and my brothers ...man listen
this ain't the hope ways
i count trips while they counting rainy days
no way i stay down
ma face is crowned with a mysterious look
no way i seek plain
im a seeker to the truth of the book
look ma' look
they portraide my people as if they were crooks
what you know crime pays
each and every way
i see my people shining
i see stars living on the soul trying to be binding
i bind to truth and truth binds with me
i never bowdown nor run away see
made to stand in a land filled with crooked plans
the trickster is at no gate
the trickster is about to break
make no mistake
take what you take
the world is mine for the taking
the grabbing
the making and stabbing
the rest is lost worlds inside the sphere of hope
blasting at every single line the sell to try to cope
no dead ties inside the head of mine
a land is find but the mind is bigger
atch how mad stories makes them shiver


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beside the wicked along side with vivid
there is the people in it
the sky is the limit
surrounded by light
i kow how to fight
find that people i once knew
are bluer than the lowest shade of blue
to feel like a man they go n get a tattoo
thinking that they street when they walk thier legs around their own block
the envy n jealousy surrounding a standing man is manditory
end of the life line there is glory
for those who are the people to make up the facts of the true story
how high is your self
how deep is your burden inside the nest
can u carry on strong?
can u remain calm inside a scarry zone?
this game to me is like a chest filled with pain n' sorrow
take a look inside tomorrow
seek the people to stay close to the ground cuz ground be safe
the air is sprayed to wipe out the entire human race
or at least 3 quarters of their existance
wiped off the map for resistance
walking straight makes u travel a long distance
walk crooked u might fall in a ditch
i wonder why the low always acts rich
n' the rich acts cool
how do we see this?
we see that if the lowest
get in the positions of the high mist
will we live in peace safe or be living under the darkness
of the hearts inside the chest
of the bad that doesn't rest
the ones that keep going on killing the truthness inside the rest
trying to kill all hope for any tomorrow
wishing whos ever around them ,for they wish that they crawl
fall
ask u'r self how many tears might fall
if the whole ride gets what they are asking for
they asking for trouble
they only know how they feel in the moment of the asking
like watching a movie relaxing
all though the movie is about blasting
u only feel what u feel deal what u bought
send away life's treasure like u'r a robot
cuz u chose a life line that that is free from human feelings
free from any thing but the greed illing
the need is killing u softly
the game is about how long can u go lawfully?
following the rules of the game keeps u sane
far away from any blame
messing up u'r life
is like holding a gun to u'r head and wasting the light
who ever said only the bad fight
only the right is right
some times wrong is right too
some times the blind side is the side that saved u
true
like reading books to enlighten the roof top of u'r brain
to clean the dust n start out again
who eever said that the writter of the book is sane
or even witnessed real pain
trust in the ALL MIGHTY
gracefully walk the path
no matter how deep was u'r last
cuz the last had past
n' now we entered the days were things don't last
take a sip off u'r last glass
pass now pass
it's the end of the task
put on the army fatigue n' head mask
the black gloves n take a dive into the war zone
come on man come on
when will u stop
to hit the top
break through this concrete like breaking through rocks
all n all finish the drop
open up then pop
watch now we standing walking talking fast
looking right n' left as peopl pass
living on the edge allready living in the after math
after hours of the living sour
feel the power
stronger than the demons who try to harm me
i'm feeling as if i was a one man army
when i fight i surround the figure
begting one body down with out a trigger
making him feel surrounded by ten"
when they ask him what happened?
he will reply that i was getting ready to attack one
next thing i know
he became many
dropped me down n' after they finished i didn't see any
but him
as if they jumped out his pocket then back in
me n' my brothers we look the same
we connect from underneath the water
a network of energy flows between us
n' still people think they can get between us
no way we can't allow any to see us
but still they try to be us
claiming what we claim trying to sound like us
no wonder it's hard to find some one to trust
the whole world is on the verge of hating on the whole population
they attack but they r caught up with the hesitation
they are walking backwards
their talk lack words
their sentences lack verbs
all they say is haven't u heared
and when they walk they walk as if they were herds
they are fox people acting like singing birds
they got some nerves
but they don't use it to feel hurts
they use it to cause dirt
to fly around the world to spread the words
that the lies they play must be heared
oh my GOD i said to much
talked now i can't take it
i must remain silent next time ,when i see a chance i must take it
n' stay away from what the people want to eat,,,
so they won't go around saying he ate it


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beside the wicked along side with vivid
there is the people in it
the sky is the limit
surrounded by light
i kow how to fight
find that people i once knew
are bluer than the lowest shade of blue
to feel like a man they go n get a tattoo
thinking that they street when they walk thier legs around their own block
the envy n jealousy surrounding a standing man is manditory
end of the life line there is glory
for those who are the people to make up the facts of the true story
how high is your self
how deep is your burden inside the nest
can u carry on strong?
can u remain calm inside a scarry zone?
this game to me is like a chest filled with pain n' sorrow
take a look inside tomorrow
seek the people to stay close to the ground cuz ground be safe
the air is sprayed to wipe out the entire human race
or at least 3 quarters of their existance
wiped off the map for resistance
walking straight makes u travel a long distance
walk crooked u might fall in a ditch
i wonder why the low always acts rich
n' the rich acts cool
how do we see this?
we see that if the lowest
get in the positions of the high mist
will we live in peace safe or be living under the darkness
of the hearts inside the chest
of the bad that doesn't rest
the ones that keep going on killing the truthness inside the rest
trying to kill all hope for any tomorrow
wishing whos ever around them ,for they wish that they crawl
fall
ask u'r self how many tears might fall
if the whole ride gets what they are asking for
they asking for trouble
they only know how they feel in the moment of the asking
like watching a movie relaxing
all though the movie is about blasting
u only feel what u feel deal what u bought
send away life's treasure like u'r a robot
cuz u chose a life line that that is free from human feelings
free from any thing but the greed illing
the need is killing u softly
the game is about how long can u go lawfully?
following the rules of the game keeps u sane
far away from any blame
messing up u'r life
is like holding a gun to u'r head and wasting the light
who ever said only the bad fight
only the right is right
some times wrong is right too
some times the blind side is the side that saved u
true
like reading books to enlighten the roof top of u'r brain
to clean the dust n start out again
who eever said that the writter of the book is sane
or even witnessed real pain
trust in the ALL MIGHTY
gracefully walk the path
no matter how deep was u'r last
cuz the last had past
n' now we entered the days were things don't last
take a sip off u'r last glass
pass now pass
it's the end of the task
put on the army fatigue n' head mask
the black gloves n take a dive into the war zone
come on man come on
when will u stop
to hit the top
break through this concrete like breaking through rocks
all n all finish the drop
open up then pop
watch now we standing walking talking fast
looking right n' left as peopl pass
living on the edge allready living in the after math
after hours of the living sour
feel the power
stronger than the demons who try to harm me
i'm feeling as if i was a one man army
when i fight i surround the figure
begting one body down with out a trigger
making him feel surrounded by ten"
when they ask him what happened?
he will reply that i was getting ready to attack one
next thing i know
he became many
dropped me down n' after they finished i didn't see any
but him
as if they jumped out his pocket then back in
me n' my brothers we look the same
we connect from underneath the water
a network of energy flows between us
n' still people think they can get between us
no way we can't allow any to see us
but still they try to be us
claiming what we claim trying to sound like us
no wonder it's hard to find some one to trust
the whole world is on the verge of hating on the whole population
they attack but they r caught up with the hesitation
they are walking backwards
their talk lack words
their sentences lack verbs
all they say is haven't u heared
and when they walk they walk as if they were herds
they are fox people acting like singing birds
they got some nerves
but they don't use it to feel hurts
they use it to cause dirt
to fly around the world to spread the words
that the lies they play must be heared
oh my GOD i said to much
talked now i can't take it
i must remain silent next time ,when i see a chance i must take it
n' stay away from what the people want to eat,,,
so they won't go around saying he ate it


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blast back
take baby steps
watch cash stacks grow
maintain blocked visions for blind people tripping
i'm alive and kicking
wish me missing
i'm still living
hustle like i'm for ever fixed with muscles that grow
holla my name like three times and watch me go
out the ride i pop
i manage to stop
drop
then make an entrance as i reach the top
crop
your earnings
earn your keep
trust no one on the streets
lets get rich
cheap is weak
merci for the weak
and when i speak i touch emotions inside as i seek their inner thoughts
i'm raised to stay strong
east coast born
west side paved the way
as i talk fast as i say
with hands covering the places you see to make you pay
to get a point across
i pass by the wicked unseen so they can't cross
watch them as they play like boss
clean i stay hiding under layers
saying my prayers
in disapear mode
i'm a ghost
dark child
bucking wild
hard to dine when your plate is covered with eyes looking
watch the time they took in looking
like they so close to being crooks
no hustle to hard
no game to smart
watch how i still dance through the rain they pressed hard to scar
i maintain the strength by GOD'S will
give me power to carry on
give me strength to hold on
once i get the energy back i'm growing strong
only wish i looked to see
how they wer playing around with me
i thought different
went missing
lost my life in the tripping
now i needs it back
give me back what you took
i'm strongly willing
and i ain't chilling
i'm taking back whats mine
i'm taking ,my time
i release pain in the grind
i fill the deepness of my shine under suspision
no missing
no tripping
no money out the ride to resort to ripping
no flow to good to be topped
i still aim hard with all that i got
i play roughly till i reach the top of the top for ever bound to being great
as long as i hold on to my fathers cape
now they can't touch me
once i loose track
they roughed up me roughly
so me is coughing blood
trapped in mud
looking out the window didn't get enough
im back for more
give me what i should have i promise to keep
no more loosing grips as i sleep
im sleep awake now
forever on the creep
hope to loose laziness as i speak
loose all fear please GOD make it retreat
let me be above all enemies let them meet defeat
let me see and witness a great fight
i got the heart so let me go right
i like the fight
i like the dark inside the flight
i got game
so let me play like i use to
let me be i promise to make you proud
let me speak and i promise to the enemy i will be talking loud
next step hope to be out
next way hope to be pray
next day hope to be o.k
next time i must see their way
right befor i have my say
i should watch how they play
before i sign off
i must say
LA ELLAH ELA ALLAH SAYEDNA MUHAMMAD RASOUL ALLAH IS OUR WAY
no wonder light shines our life everyday


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ترجم ياعم الناس معندهاش وقت تترجم


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شكرا اخي علي مرورك الكريم

للاسف مالهاش ترجمة
صعب
حرفيا لا يترجمها

جملة لا ترجمها

هي ما هي تؤخذ كما هي

بها كثير اشياء شخصية جدا لا يطلع عليها الا اهلي الحقة لا يعرفها عني الا هم
لا يعرف ما ان فيه و من اين اتيت الا اهلي الحقة و اخوتي

و من احب ما اكتب بدون سابق معرفة و قراء منها بعض الشيء فهي لهم ايضا و انا احبهم كما احبوني

my young homies
little hustlas running the streets
playing with habbits
packing heat
bringing truthness to the streets
little young soldiers running for peace
but the streets ain't no peace
shell shots shows
bringing hearts to a stop blasting at the jews
more money more enemies
more murder too
i remember when you was just a little "g"
mad at the world cuz you couldn't be free
trapped in every where you been
dreaming of family
watch over my street friends as i call them my only family
put to a test
the closest wer the first to put a bullet in my vest
never had trust for them all but i had love for the ball
now love to the truest of them all
no merci for no streets
merci is for the weak
the streets claim that they are responsible for all the diseased
we speak till the breath runs out on me
when the situation is that you have a gun to your head
when you got one in your waist
is clap back homie
air out the space
no time to waste no where to run
scared as hell wishing for your day to come
see the enemy's eyes
maintain visual contact
approachable that they can't fall back
no one on the block knows drama
i swear to GOD they run and hide on the sound of thunder screaming out to they mama
mama left me alone
told me from day one son it's on
opened the door and i never came back
i promised to return but never did come back
i was gone and still missing
and now when i come around it's me that they are missing
wishing to hold me down
i humble my self bnut can't keep my head down
i run in my life with no rest
got a pack of stress on the chest
heart is strong
but still weak from being under the stress
i cry alone
but still i can take more ,more i can injest
feeling the daily thunder
weak from the fact that i'm scared to go down under
used to say my prayers right before i close my eyes to sleep
now i sleep awake
with one eye open watching the gate
i know i might fall
i might break
but in the end i can't say my life was a mistake
most of my mistakes brought me to an early safe gate
got me living getting closer to GOD quicker
unable to change
cuz it's a cycle
they claim that i'm mad
when i'm a little psycho
feeling the pressure
running around all i know is violent measures
a criminal mind
hard to hide
you can see it in my eyes
my heart pumps fast
making it hard for me to breathe
i'm use to being rushed by my blood pressure ever since i was a kid
heart pumps fast filled with pressure
blood is filled with venom
my lungs feel like they going to colapse from too much hard times that passed in'em
i could say it was cool
but come on when i was a little "g" in class
all i cared about is to be the first at what i do
and what i do was being a west side bold brave
rights talking little man with brades
they told me the world was safe
went off found out that it's a maze
sprayed cans of wickedness in the place i call home
many went on
while the rest is still gone
many came back while the rest is still blown
blown out of the frame
dying in this game
my young nation
blessed by the LORD
best believe he will protect you
through all the hard times i been through
i'm still here
one thing is clear
that we waste time on too much thoughts of unclarity
a different type of humanity
scared of every single pump the heart gives
all though we lived happy as young kids
learned that i should give back more than take
take as little as i can
cause i ain't worthy
living thinking no man can hurt me
before i'm layed to final rest
i pray to GOD to keep my faith from leaving my chest
pray to keep me under the merci i'm weak and i must confess
strong for the street game called chess
i don't rest
ebven when i do i can't push aside stress
i'm in a zone of living alone
till i can't hear another word out the next mouth called friend
brother or bother
they don't leave you alone till you meet your holy father
run wild
smile the pictures are dear to me
i remember each and every face of sweet smiles i see
forget me not
my lonely heart
my sad smile
keeping me hurried through this so i'm a dark child
my only ties
are bad in rhymes
sad in story
terrefied by this mess called glory
if i only knew
what this game had held for me
i wish to go back to where i belong
and never see another dead soul running after me
i'm i wrong
for trying to hang on
while blasting at the bad till they all gone
the trip is to never lose hope
i hope i hope
that i can cope
i wish i wish
im still a lonely fish
claiming to be a shark
i am if they let me play in the dark
don't envy me
nor the money and places i see
nor the blood that runs inside of me
lets live and let die
lets try
to let go of the trip so you and i
could grow
see past the saying no
lets help in having more glow
lets not destroy cuz we have more
or less
the stress is the test
the test is the chest
the heart is inside this life till finish
lets go on till we meet the last meal of spinich
i heard once
that it rains when it pours
they say they got money for wars
but can't feed the poor
said there is no hope for the youth
but the truth is\
there ain't hope for the future
i want to raise my kids
but can't find the brighter place to help the human race
i misplace my self till i meet my last breath in place
in contact i'm rushed by the expresions i see on they face
they snakes
and i see they fakes
plus they claim they running for the lakes
to insure water
when they running after a blood bath
to insure man's slotter
only time will tell
they think they live in heaven when they live in hell
words can't spell feelings
they only tell you about the news in a short way in the evening
don't believe me ask the mirror of deceving


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