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lirik lagu alex jones (rap) - menace ii society

(verse)

..yeah
they say i’m dope, product of my environment
where we all broke, but got a sense of entitlement
urns, we feel like we earnt, no-one provide a thing
my reality shows on some surivor shit

i’m sick and tired of being tired and sick
to find a fix, gotta think like mcgyver did
bible lit, on the strings like a violin
i’m dying quick, time ticking like the clients did

i used to mix lean wit jim bean
trynna k!ll the memories of my mid teens
i was small minded wit’ big dreams
trippin’ seeing double like a split screen

since sixteen, i’ve skipped sleeped
guess i was resisting arrest before the pig scene
i ain’t underground, i don’t know what that shit means
but if you dig deep, i should be six feet

what would happen? if i never prevailed
without rappin’, i’d be junked out, dead or in jail
and that’s the truth bro! fuck what the clock say
i just know it’s my time, i don’t watch face

there came a point in my life, i nearly lost faith
they tried to give me direction, took it the wrong way
cause all it takes is the wrong time and wrong place
and you could get crusified for your cross chain

you’re a snake, i can feel it in your energy
every friend to me it turned out to be a enemy’s
they only there to attention seek
when they ain’t the topic of gossip; they ain’t there for me!

where were you when i was really livin’ hard?
crippled from the sippin’.. my liver and my heart..
doc said it was impossible to swallow all them bottles
if you don’t go to hospital, that shit will k!ll you fast

i was on the run, like the ink up in a mark
and my brothers crib money, hidden in the bath
stuck in a dream, reminiscin’ on my past
need a wake up call but heard a different alarm

sinnin in sin city to get the skrilla fast
spotting through winters like…
that’s none of your business! yeah, we risked it. in and out fast
put the pedal to the metal. cash, split it in half

i was splitting bricks and the bars
hours out the city, bitta sniff in a car
switching ranes in the interstate, trippin’ hard
hit the breaks, stuttered, skiddin’. don’t know where we are?!

shifted in to second gear a little fast
fuck the transition, the ignition wouldn’t start
halfway mission in the middle of the dark
had to ring my brother, lucky that he come and picked us up

or we would’ve been stuck, hours from a shop away
we had to leave, quick! before the coppers came
the fingerprints all over the tints wouldn’t wash away
tapes on the plate, so you don’t know what they say

that was red hot! lucky that we got away!
never got pinched! nah, not today!
so for eighteen months my mate was locked away
i gotta salute, cause he ain’t never drop a name

but my other brother, he wasn’t as lucky
he wasn’t in the right mind, when the coppers had cuffed him
seen it first hand, media set you free, or set you up
supreme court gave him seventeen to twenty one

this for my bro, mr holmes, yo i miss you, bro
they did you dirty, and it hurts me how the system goes
in the court room, couldn’t help to shed tears
unless i get locked too, i can’t see you for twenty years

feels like i’m facing everything i ever feared
wishing i could help you, really i need help here
i can’t visit, restrictions from my past
only so much you can say, writing ink up in a card

he took a hit of a shard, in amidst of the charge
think-in-sanity rapidly, started driftin’ apart
still trippin’ when a man came quick out him in a car
tryin’ to intervene in between him and his path

should’ve minded his own business, but he didn’t he parred
he started throwing swings til he copped a shiv to the heart
he p-ssed, he left a couple kids in his path
his girl was pregnant, now the kid can’t grow up wit’ a pa

so fuck the judge, fuck the witness remands
now they got my brother facing lifein prisoners yard
said you’d serve more, if you play the innocent card
an’ convinced him to admit, an plead guilty to charge

of murder, an not manslaughter
an took twenty years from a mans daughter
the system is twisted, they’ll give a convicted rapist
an oppurtunity, basic immunity, or community planned orders

while they throw a man’s life away
and give a prick wit a wig the final say. ain’t that fucked up?
there’s a lesson, better finish what you start
gotta cherish every second, or minute could be your last

(outro)

word! that’s the realest shit i ever wrote
…that’s the realest shit i ever wrote
on my life, realest shit i ever wrote
one more time, realest shit i ever wrote

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