Reminiscing
Yeah, listen!
While I sit here reminiscing
Why don't you listen
It's a lesson that you missing
While I'm sitting reminiscing
10 Years in a prison
Why don't you listen
It's a lesson that you missing
While I'm sitting reminiscing
10 Years in a prison
As soon as I stepped in
Yes, I knew that this place would be hectic
Just a hungry little motherfucker looking anorexic
Take a step and I get sick
That's the way that it is
When I handle my biz
What it is on my list
I insist that you take a look
And you'll see that it's grief
Killing me
Drilling me
And there ain't no one healing me
With friends like these
I don't need enemies
So I roll by my lonely
Motherfuckers phony
But my mother always told me
So I keep it pushing
Listen while I do the push
Sitting from a distance
Homie, yes I'm reminiscing
All the times that I was wishing
All the lessons that I missed
Yes, I could've been in prison
But the life that I was living
Made me feel like I was there
And I wanna break the bars
'Cause I've done my sentence
But nobody really cares
And I ain't gonna lie
When I say that I'm scared
'Cause I lived this way for 10 years straight
And I ain't found a key yet
With a grip on the 9
And I'm gonna make it eject
I'm a dead man walking and I'm gonna hit the cement
Any minute now I mean it
Everybody's gonna see it
But the real question is
Do you motherfuckers care
When I'm pulling out my hair
'Cause I'm living in despair
And if anybody knows the solution to my problem
Then come show me where
'Cause I swear when I say that I wanna know
When I say that I wanna grow
To the next fucking stage of my life
'Cause I don't wanna be
Trapped in the prison of my mind
Deep inside
In a place so cold
Where I just grow old in years
And I'm just collecting tears
And I spend all my time wishing
Hoping that you listen
As I count the invisible bars of my prison
And I wanna run scared
It's a fucking nightmare
I don't understand
'Cause life ain't fair
But I gotta keep it moving
Acting like it's a grooving
Acting like it's all soothing
As I'm doing the maneuvering
People acting all rude
And never asking the menu
As I walk the avenue
'Cause I got a gift for you
It's a little .22
And I hope it travels through
Through your fucking brain
So that you could too
Go insane
So finally you would be
Running 'round
With a frown
In a town
And a towel
Over your face
Like a fucking disgrace
Feeling misplaced
And you spend all your time wishing
Hoping that I listen
But I don't give a fuck
'Cause all I ever got to see
As a little kid
Walking down the ghetto streets
Is the life of a gang member
Making motherfuckers bleed
"Why you talk about the past?"
Is the question
Simply 'cause it's no the past
It's the future and the presence
Watching bodies get dropped cold since an adolescent
Want a better life but they won't let us in
So we live a life of sin
Jacking motherfuckers
'Cause money is the medicine
Plus, I always keep a 9
Keep in mind that
Love is all pretend
Something that the rich man wouldn't understand
Ghetto living brown man
With a gun in hand
35 years of living
And I'm still standing
Motherfuckers die if they try to blend in
In the ghetto
Where shit is never getting better
We trapped in the hood and you better understand it
'Cause it's drugs and crooked kkkops
What these white people sending
So now you know the truth why the fucking crime rate is expanding
The world's so scandalous
But if you ain't ever felt what I felt
Then you couldn't understand this
I spent 10 years in a dark place
And the thoughts in my brain went something like this:
Let me make some brains blow
But I do it on the down low
Body bag a motherfucker but don't let nobody know
Everything I do is a secret
Leave a body leaking
Take the fucking wallet but I never keep it
I'm a menace and a psycho
When the lights low
You don't know my real name
But my alias is Side Show
And that's what I claim when I'm interrogated by the 5-0
They ain't got no record of me
One day I'll get caught for murder
But I ain't gonna be the one to plead
Tell the judge and the court
That we play a bloodsport
In the United States
Of Ameri-triple-K-a
So don't be alarmed when I pull the AK
And an extended clip
Sending motherfuckers all the way back to shit
That's just one less bitch in my murder list
And then I'm on my way
'Cause I wanna get paid
P-A-I-D
Can you see me bleed
When I walk the streets?
Shit, tempted by the devil
Lonely like a rebel
So you see me tremble
Cocking back the 9
Semi-automatic
Full of static
'Cause I'm at it
Like a rabbit
For the cabbage
I'm a savage
And I won't deny it
Take these flows and multiply them
I supply them
I got a heart but I hide it
Never fight it
Don't fuck with me
Don't ever try to fuck with he
That'll be I
The FBI
Fully Brown & Illegal
Strapped and high
Ready to bust and plus
What can be learned from a motherfucking man like me
Destruction, filth and greed
That's all I see
I can hardly breathe
While I sit here reminiscing
Why don't you listen
It's a lesson that you missing
While I'm sitting reminiscing
10 Years in a prison
Why don't you listen
It's a lesson that you missing
While I'm sitting reminiscing
10 Years in a prison
As soon as I stepped in
Yes, I knew that this place would be hectic
Just a hungry little motherfucker looking anorexic
Take a step and I get sick
That's the way that it is
When I handle my biz
What it is on my list
I insist that you take a look
And you'll see that it's grief
Killing me
Drilling me
And there ain't no one healing me
With friends like these
I don't need enemies
So I roll by my lonely
Motherfuckers phony
But my mother always told me
So I keep it pushing
Listen while I do the push
Sitting from a distance
Homie, yes I'm reminiscing
All the times that I was wishing
All the lessons that I missed
Yes, I could've been in prison
But the life that I was living
Made me feel like I was there
And I wanna break the bars
'Cause I've done my sentence
But nobody really cares
And I ain't gonna lie
When I say that I'm scared
'Cause I lived this way for 10 years straight
And I ain't found a key yet
With a grip on the 9
And I'm gonna make it eject
I'm a dead man walking and I'm gonna hit the cement
Any minute now I mean it
Everybody's gonna see it
But the real question is
Do you motherfuckers care
When I'm pulling out my hair
'Cause I'm living in despair
And if anybody knows the solution to my problem
Then come show me where
'Cause I swear when I say that I wanna know
When I say that I wanna grow
To the next fucking stage of my life
'Cause I don't wanna be
Trapped in the prison of my mind
Deep inside
In a place so cold
Where I just grow old in years
And I'm just collecting tears
And I spend all my time wishing
Hoping that you listen
As I count the invisible bars of my prison
And I wanna run scared
It's a fucking nightmare
I don't understand
'Cause life ain't fair
But I gotta keep it moving
Acting like it's a grooving
Acting like it's all soothing
As I'm doing the maneuvering
People acting all rude
And never asking the menu
As I walk the avenue
'Cause I got a gift for you
It's a little .22
And I hope it travels through
Through your fucking brain
So that you could too
Go insane
So finally you would be
Running 'round
With a frown
In a town
And a towel
Over your face
Like a fucking disgrace
Feeling misplaced
And you spend all your time wishing
Hoping that I listen
But I don't give a fuck
'Cause all I ever got to see
As a little kid
Walking down the ghetto streets
Is the life of a gang member
Making motherfuckers bleed
"Why you talk about the past?"
Is the question
Simply 'cause it's no the past
It's the future and the presence
Watching bodies get dropped cold since an adolescent
Want a better life but they won't let us in
So we live a life of sin
Jacking motherfuckers
'Cause money is the medicine
Plus, I always keep a 9
Keep in mind that
Love is all pretend
Something that the rich man wouldn't understand
Ghetto living brown man
With a gun in hand
35 years of living
And I'm still standing
Motherfuckers die if they try to blend in
In the ghetto
Where shit is never getting better
We trapped in the hood and you better understand it
'Cause it's drugs and crooked kkkops
What these white people sending
So now you know the truth why the fucking crime rate is expanding
The world's so scandalous
But if you ain't ever felt what I felt
Then you couldn't understand this
I spent 10 years in a dark place
And the thoughts in my brain went something like this:
Let me make some brains blow
But I do it on the down low
Body bag a motherfucker but don't let nobody know
Everything I do is a secret
Leave a body leaking
Take the fucking wallet but I never keep it
I'm a menace and a psycho
When the lights low
You don't know my real name
But my alias is Side Show
And that's what I claim when I'm interrogated by the 5-0
They ain't got no record of me
One day I'll get caught for murder
But I ain't gonna be the one to plead
Tell the judge and the court
That we play a bloodsport
In the United States
Of Ameri-triple-K-a
So don't be alarmed when I pull the AK
And an extended clip
Sending motherfuckers all the way back to shit
That's just one less bitch in my murder list
And then I'm on my way
'Cause I wanna get paid
P-A-I-D
Can you see me bleed
When I walk the streets?
Shit, tempted by the devil
Lonely like a rebel
So you see me tremble
Cocking back the 9
Semi-automatic
Full of static
'Cause I'm at it
Like a rabbit
For the cabbage
I'm a savage
And I won't deny it
Take these flows and multiply them
I supply them
I got a heart but I hide it
Never fight it
Don't fuck with me
Don't ever try to fuck with he
That'll be I
The FBI
Fully Brown & Illegal
Strapped and high
Ready to bust and plus
What can be learned from a motherfucking man like me
Destruction, filth and greed
That's all I see
I can hardly breathe
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Writer(s): Ricardo Sepulveda
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