Love (Ghetto Supreme)

Story Behind The Song

Seeing beyond the ghetto traps to understand what drives a thug to be as he is. We did not choose this, it has befallen us and we adapt to it.

Song Description

Coming to grips. Seeing beyond the ghetto traps

Song Length 5:48 Genre Rap - Hip Hop
Tempo Medium (111 - 130) Mood Stressed
Subject Life

Lyrics

(Chorus) When them bullets get to flying'
and them mamas get to cryin' and them chillens dyin' every day
Was he better off dyin' is the world more quiet
with another thug gone away?
I Love You, and I know you love me too.
Why would you hurt me, why would I hurt you?
But I guess we're doin' what weve got to do.

Im a manic depressant, that's what I am.
Man, Ive been stressin', pulling out strands
of hair from my thoughts, here I am in court
God you're my Father, send your child support.
Drowned in tears, consumed in fears
the rumour for years is that you went in arrears.
But I keep my faith tucked in my waist,
I seen the samr thing once stuck in my face.
In and out of rehab, lookin' for a free bag.
Opportunity knocked, I wasnt prepared.
Underground tapes all incomplete
I spent my lawsuit all in a week.
Young black warriors all in the street,
neighborhood watch wanna call in the heat.
Gotta let go, it's a new generation
"get out and step slow", Im losing my patiece.
Lost a few good ones, drunk with hoodlums.
Cant take me nowhere, I dont wanna go there.
Feel like it's over, I rev up the motor,
eighty miles per hour, goodbye, soldier.

Chorus
Well, since it feels like hell I speak like the Devil
So close to death I sleep with my shovel.
Do not disturb or feel the heat from my kettle
dreams of driving handcuffed with my feet on the pedal.
Yes, Ive got beefs to settle.
And you gets no dessert 'til you eat, little fella
It's up or downhill, the streets not level,
every smilin' face you meet is not hello.
I shift reality, split personality, reach for my goal,
kid, why is you fouling me.
I'm made out to be far from a winner
But I'm a high score player so far from a beginner.
Did cook-up for breakfast, Im starving for dinner.
Drunk freestyling' in a car full of sinners.
It's in us, between rap and church songs
and the breast that a black mamas baby will nurse on,
you can spit the right verse wrong and weaken the art
I want your eardrums to hear these hot beats from my heart.

Chorus
Lif'e's a mixup in strife I lift up my hands to the heavens
with a canned mack eleven.
Envy in my heart, enemies on my mind
these empty pockets sending me on my grind.
So I upload a buscuit, nothing desirous,
Dot com your brain and download a virus.
Broke to the bone, but I smell lunch.
I broke in a home, "dont all move at once"
God, I'm ashamed of what I've become.
Will I go in flames from what I have done?
I wrestle the angels the way I fight demons,
they both look the same so no, I dont need them.
Temperature's rising, life aint a dollar.
Prayer full of lies, makes me wanna holler.
Tired of five-oh ringin' me 'round my collar
I'm tired of hearing church songs and singin' from my mama.
Nothing concrete, I live in a sandhouse
"up on your feet ni----, no more hand-outs".
I want my seed in this world to stand out
without kicking every man in his own land out.
This is my story, this is my song
I'll wait for salvation, if it's not long.
My patience is through, Lord let me in,
such sweet temptations, Lord let me sin.
Borderline killa, plans by the river, I can imagine holdin' hands with ni ni----s.
They can imagine throwing sand on our livers
and keep sweat pouring from our glands when we shiver.
Home all day, no heat in the winter.
Oodles of noodles, "this cant be dinner".
Sloppy drunk, f--k it, I'll just fall.
Charging cell phones in the project halls.
I guess that explains why we aint proud no more.
Some pray for the rain to stop while some pray for more.

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