Intro (lost) lyrics

Artist  : Eightball 
Song : Intro (lost)



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*Talking In The Background*

 

 Uh

 The streets of my city be gritty

 Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show
no pity

 Many die on streets of concrete, blasted from
the heat

 From under the seat, niggaz just tryin' to make
ends meat

 Trying to eat, day to day livin' with no
religion

 Luxury cars, and this money got my full
attention

 School teachers and the preachers don't know
what to teach us

 They don't get a second look without them ghetto
features

 Created so the non pigmentated rated

 Pornographic caught they children learn the
words and say it

 Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the
lord

 Status depends on the baddest shit you can
afford

 And look at me I'm in the middle of the
confusion

 Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion

 Take it how you wanna take it

 I gotta twist and break it

 Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who
fake it

 and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable

 Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop quoteable

 Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this
shit

 Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can
cope with this

 Hope it get better for those who don't get a
chance

 To advance, and dig the shit I be saying

 You know what might make what I say a little
clearer

 If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the
mirror

 

 *Talking till the End*