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letra de where i'm from (remix) - bobby gore

verse 1:
the city of
dark days &
bright nights
where it’s hard as h-ll
to be led by a light
n-ggas live i’m fear everyday
so they fight
take another night life
like they get to live it twice
pick gun or a knife
cause you gon need one
heat rising on the daily
in the wee
like the sun
move the weight
by the hundreds
any weather
like a pun
air js
left & right
go together
like a lung
where i’m from
drug dealers more blessed
than the preacher
in the streets with the kids
only ones who can reach’em
boy never got a lesson
from the ones who could teachem
so he seeking the attention
from anyone who’ll peep’em
gotta believe em!
when he say he
do it for the cash
cause doing it outta love
is a thing of the past
n-ggas f-cking up the plug
for the lean & some -ss
popping perks & them zans
new addicts are the kids
sh-ts sad
i say

verse 2:
a few youth got into it
with the cops
and caught a one way ticket
on the pride of the fox
while in the box
to break the locks
they figured why not
take guys of a likeness
and makem all vices
but that was in the 50s
by the 60s we was trifling
got to robbing & k!lling
on the nightly
for some diapers
conservative crime
in steps pep
man i just finished college
came home
to lend help
then dd saw me
introduced us to the rock
cvl, incorporated
diddy diet
won’t stop
a king from hitting the hood
to fight fair housing
had guys of the 5 & the 6
all around em
fb
finished the panthers
oc
became an answer
rr gave dope
like a cancer
like the cameras
watching generations
of the 5th
i guess my n-gga p
was the last one
to care about the crib
i say

verse 3:
maaaan
i’m talking
16th summers
15th lammas
swear to god
heavy had like 16 hummers
cereal had the carlo’s
dilla carried eagles
red bird had like
5 d-mn regals
ushering magic
positive safe landing
never hold a n-gga nuts
i’m just from a different fabric
i wasn’t in the streets
but seen the chiefs habits
a few were weak
fell victim in street
temptations the t–th
of the beast
with blue eyes
you’d be surprised
by thread you descend
in the sky
there a rocket
gotta see ya self within
i survived
cause i move
around n-ggas like the wind
& i’m gone
not trying to preach
i’m trying to put you on
can’t speak the truth
unless it’s in a song
these the streets that love me
i belong
i’m repping holy city
til i’m gone

- bobby gore

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