Prone to Bad Dreams feat. K-Rino

歌詞

[Chorus] 15 rounds with the gloves to match A lotta these foo's keep dying for sratch All I wanna do is get payed for good But too many haters rollin thru my hood [Verse One] It's like I'm tryin to get from point A to point B Mutha fuckin feds still watching me I'm still on paper from my last lick Rough street life got me pumped up to blast quick 2 'o clock on the block, I'm pulled over, damn it I red light a mile back, a cop said I ran it I aint a slave to a grave, I just had to send 'em Six shooter in my lap, I put five in 'em The heat iron heat defeats novacane To degrees where even death can't stop the pain Gain momentum when the heat started dumpin in 'em And then I'ma bit 'em like a snake when I'm pumpin venon The murderistic, realistic, let my fist get, deeper in his grill cuz I'm twisted I'ma show you, all the dirt that K-Rino do, duck, you see the type of shit I Gots to go thru I'm trippin [Chorus] 15 rounds with the gloves to match A lotta these foo's keep dying for sratch All I wanna do is get payed for good But too many haters rollin thru my hood [Verse Two] It's like I stepped in the moss back in 92 Got the real scoop on the red, white, and blue It provided me with deep thoughts to rap about Aint no choir, cuz it aint shit to clap about I had a dream I was in a shootout one night Foo started cockin up cuz they was scared to fight I started to run but my feet couldn't handle the test I felt a sharp pain, blast right thru my chest I hit the ground tryin to fight for what I had left I felt the essence of my life remove itself My homeboy standing over me, cryin and shit I'm losing focus in my eyes and going blind and shit I raised up, wooo, it was only a dream Trippin over how realistic a vision could seem Was I really about to be recieved by the dirt How come I woke up with that blood stain on my shirt [Chorus] 15 rounds with the gloves to match A lotta these foo's keep dying for sratch All I wanna do is get payed for good But too many haters rollin thru my hood [Verse Three] Knowledge In 1555 they put us on a ship Thousands of miles across the water, that's a long trip Strip the knowledge itself, devils flip the script Rip the shirt off my back and commits to whip Murder to he or she who fought for the right to be free Raping the sister while they hung a brother from a tree Burning a body of a victim to ash and dust And at the same time teaching religion to us Emancipation proclamation They let us go, only to make conditions worse than they was before Cuz even though our asses are no longer in chains They wrapped a mutha fucker smooth around our brain Poverty stricken conditions lead to criminal shit "We're equal now"...got your ass subliminal shit If your great grand daddy could come from the past And hear you bumpin that bullshit he'd slam yo ass Cuz just imagine how our first ancestors felt Being decieved back in Africa, sold and delt They had to pay, with their life for us to walk today 400 years later still aint left point A Trippin Tryna get from point A to point B I'm tryna get from point A to point B I'm tryna get from point A to point B I'm tryna get from point A to point B