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letra de otara state of mind - face killah

[verse 1]
i take a skull of the brew and watch my day begin
by the time it’s 12 o’clock i be drunk off gin
i know it’s a sin but, i try ignore the struggle
ignore the hustle, and keep the pieces out the puzzle
i roll steady, and get p-ssed off like freddy
flat bush is the ward where we waiting and ready
i stroll my block non-stop, dodging the cops
the streets that i’m from is the spot that is hot
we drop fools, everybody carries the tools
hardcore criminals that are chasing the jewels
pushing the grain, fool slick crims just looking for fame
i’m here now i got my foot in the game
first whitey steals my land then he puts me in this place
we find our own income, they lock away my race
i bet it’s hard where you’re from but it ain’t hard as here
southside otara, the weak feeling the fear
round here we play chess, outsiders play checkers
folks steal to eat to turn the bad to the better
we want cheddar, said i’d be better off in sp-ce
cos round here there ain’t nothing for you but a court case

[verse 2]
a word of advice, streets aren’t nothing nice for the shook
it’s full of crooks, civilians stand by and watch you get took
but if you from here man, living’s all good
on the outside it looks like living is all hood
flat bush is the ward where i dwell, where we hang
and streets out, where most of us end up in jail
i watch the boys get up, get down and get to it
tuesday nights, 7:30, channel 3 with norm hewitt
crime ain’t an option if you living and broke
and it’s 20 times worse if you addicted to smoke
addicted to choke, now that pure meth is involved
fryheads on the corner watch their money dissolve
i live on the edge, i need cash, my fams needs to be feed
sometimes i think man i’m better off dead
i need a job but i ain’t qualified
i’m sick of being denied, sick of being told to try

[verse 3]
i kick back at the back of my yard, flipping my cards
spotting on the stove that’s inside my garage
otara be my birthplace
that’s why i walk around town with a screwface, and breathe hate
see our streets were made by crooks with bats and bars
packs of cars, people walk the street at night and they return with scars
it’s unbelievable and unexplainable
i try to spit the real to keep myself tamable
sometimes i think, i couldn’t stress it enough
all you out of towner f-gs think you’re just too much
it’s easy, you speak from your rich white house
and blame my district for the upbringing of us [?]
no doubt in my mind that that might be true
but if you weren’t raised here then you know what you can do
just remember where you come from and everything you seen
the streets that you rolled in, the streets that you been
man i’m living in them, sinning in them, spending my time
hard times, hard crimes, just otara state of mind

[chorus]
see everyday i wake up living with stress
living with death escape this place smoke watercress
i’m just living my day, living my way
living in these streets i was taught to behave
everyday i wake up living with stress
living with death escape this place smoke watercress
i’m just living my day, living my way
living in these streets i was taught to behave
see everyday i wake up living with stress
living with death escape this place smoke watercress
i’m just living my day, living my way
living in these streets i was taught to behave
everyday i wake up living with stress
living with death escape this place smoke watercress
i’m just living my day, living my way
living in these streets i was taught to behave

- face killah

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