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letra de i stole your life - funky dl

chorus //
so you’re living your life, trying to be right /
chasing the game but losing your life /
don’t you know that you are special (i know you hear me kid)
special (i know you hear me) /
take your time to grow and be wise /
educate your mind in the right things /
don’t you know that you are special, (i know you hear me kid) special

verse one //
i am that son of gun who gets you thinking bout’ life /
while thinking about mics, i’m thinking about my rights /
my right to speak freely, without the influence of f-cking tv’s
magazines, the internet and bb /
i spray it just like graffiti on the walls of hood /
where shorty’s is smеlling weedy, probably up to no good /
police cars patrolling for some property that’s stolеn /
while them spliffs keep rolling, n-gga’s burn em’ like wood /
b-tches’ll turn snitches when a woman is scorned /
the drug kings f-ck with bishops and the bishops the p-wns /
the p-wns are the first to prison, now awaiting release /
with no game plan so probably gonna’ return to the streets /
and do it over, the only change is that they getting older /
their heart is getting colder like the weather in october /
n0body can wake early and people ain’t trustworthy /
now half of the neighbourhood is acting like they seven-thirty /
it’s crazy, is this the place you happen to live? /
where young kids spit saliva right in front of your crib /
and when you catch em’ red handed, try and put em’ in place /
and all they got for you’s a cheeky f-cking smirk on they face /
and no apology because that ain’t the way they were raised /
the only thing that really matters is to smoke and get paid yo’ /
sometimes the hood is like the blade of a knife /
it got you feeling like somebody f-cking stole your life
chorus //

verse two //
with most of your time spent on merely trying to make the rent /
some crooks’ll do your books for only twenty-five percent /
and broke becomes a mind state mirrored in reality /
with pictures of fatalities but never in a gallery /
hand to mouth living from what’s hardly called a salary /
but most times it seems just like you live some kind of fallacy /
with people living callously, you’ll never be a majesty /
the world around you feels like it’s a f-cking travesty /
and friends ain’t friends no more /
cos’ these b-tches don’t wanna’ come around the ends no more /
take a twenty from you and paying back a ten and no more /
and n0body seeing you wearing fresh denim no more /
and everything remains a secret you ain’t telling no more /
you want your neighbours to be quiet, don’t be yelling no more /
and all them drug dealers, you don’t want them selling no more /
don’t wanna’ be associated with no felons no more yo’ /
not everybody living like this /
and in comparison some people probably living quite bliss /
but this is for my peeps in the hood /
for everyone without a voice and feeling misunderstood /
and can’t see a way out so living every day out a glass box /
and waiting for the lottery to pay out /
sometimes the hood is like the blade of a knife /
and got you feeling like somebody f-cking stole your life… uh!
chorus //

outro //
brothers k!lling other brothers /
i thought the idea was to love one another /
switch on the t.v. to one more death /
if they keep this up then who the heck’ll be left? /
so i try my best to set an example /
saying hype lyrics over breaks and samples /
but not just to brag or to boast but to inform /
cos’ i wanna’ see the calm and not the storm (echo)

- funky dl

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