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letra de decade - mzm

[verse 1]
go back when i was five, eighty five, west garfield
park, maypole ave, down the streets watching cars peel
pop had 3 jobs, down he was holding it
made sure we was fed, while his shoes had holes in it
the family, three sisters and me
mom and dad, and my auntie annie
wife of my dad’s brother, but she was a widow
never remarried, she saw us as her kids tho
pop couldn’t work no more, the course is rough
moms and auntie took the reins and supported us
for me it was simple, tv, kid attractions
michael jackson, had me practicing backspins
moms worked magic, she became a genie too
fed seven of us with ingredients for two
outside, grown folks used to rock new fits
and never had a job, so i wondered how they do it
i never was a street cat, never had to hug the strip
the older dudes, always kept me from the sh-t
said i was smart, need to stick to books
and don’t dabble in the streets cause you don’t wanna get hooked
dad wanna move us, the hood filled with bullsh-t
every single night, sounds of sirens and bullets
north side, albany park is what’s next for him
in the alleys shooting canicas with the mexicans
heard nwa, straight outta compton
not that big on rap but this was popping
moved again, west rogers park and it was on then
shout to danny floyd, he put me on to common
’round the same time, i was getting into trouble
for all sorts of sh-t, ended up in handcuffs too
as a teenager, i thought i was a true mack
but got curved by pretty hoes cause i had food stamps
b-tches ain’t sh-t, word to chronic, true dat
but buckshot, “who got tha props” made me choose rap
trying to show the homies, the sh-t that i’m on
my escape was writing down my thoughts in rhyme form
finna enter high school, ima end here fam
this is my story, in a ten year span
decade

[chorus]
ohhhhhh
ohhhhhh
ohhhhhh
ohhhhhh, and we go……
i know where i’m at now, take it back to day one
can’t know where to go, if you forget where you came from
ohhhhhh
ohhhhhh….. and we go!!!
[verse 2]
lemme rewind to nine-five, mather high, cypher sh-t
i had to show everbody that i could spit
more than a notebook and what i had jot in it
i had to rock with it, spit off the top with it
from the golden era, you don’t wanna battle rap him
money shot your b-tch and use your shirt if i don’t have a napkin
but back to benches, i had to represent if
i want heads to take a brown kid serious
tried ta be a dj, breakbeat scratch and cut
but that ain’t go nowhere, cause i was trash as f-ck
nine-seven, got booted out, i was drunk and high too
kicked outta high school, so now, what do i do
couldn’t hold a job, i got fired from all of em
watched my mother cry, when she saw the drugs call her son
tried school again, to prove what i could do then
ended up in truman, spit bars, giving contusions
met dudes i was cool with, became crew with
to this day they my brothers, it extends beyond music
and ah, lemme tell you how i changed my fate
‘fore cancer took annie ray, she said to be somethin great
so in memory of her i’ma try and get knowledge
and be the first man in my family tree to see college
tryna prove em wrong, those who always doubt the kid
all of them teachers who said i won’t amount to sh-t
dropped an ep, trying to get my name out
but crabs in a bucket, had to go the hate route
said get in where you fit in, but i was stuck somewhere between the nerds and the bangers
spit words filled with danger
first alb-m dropped in the stores on consignment
shout to everybody who would buy it
keep pushin the name as the watch would tick
but had to shift focus as my pops got sick
he took a permanent vacation, the one above callin’
got me questioning god like why the f-ck would you call him?
boo i was with seemed like she understand me
so i made her family, but gotd-mn me
she caved under pressure, did her thing with another
punk m-th-f-cka who i thought was my brother
haven’t even mourned dad, sh-t gets ridiculous
now i’m signing papers for irreconcilable differences
and we in ’05, so lemme end here man
this is my story in a ten year span
decade

[verse 3]
so we in ’05 and it’s filled wit some more sh-t
moms getting sicker, she’s diagnosed quick
bills stackin up, and it’s all on me
tryna handle business, it all falls on me
dropped a mixtape which was dope, buzz comin back
shout to mike slugs, homeboy hooked me up with that
alb-m number 2, gp, we done recording it
getting ready to drop but the road has a fork in it
rob fury who’s my partner in crime
he had a baby girl, so for him it’s father time
so how do i expect him to perform to form
when he’s busy being a dad to a brand newborn
and the sound changed, new heads running it
no disrespect but i just couldn’t f-ck with it
bills getting higher, wages getting garnished
small money from rap, had to focus on this job sh-t
on a different note, got snakes i gotta deal with
i almost erased that b-tch on some real sh-t
my whole mind consumed wit spite and revenge it’s
got me kinda antsy, like a hype off syringes
so i just pretend it’s not me, feeling it
but i’m getting sicker, not sure how to deal with it
to me it was big, though i’m sure there’s harder issues
so those i know see me, smiles been artificial
i became a hermit, hiding from everybody
wanna break the mirror, get away from everybody
made some new friends, saw it as a new beginning
but it’s full circle, some of what’s new is ending
doc kept me medicated, said it’ll help the guy
dark cloud over my head, but can’t tell you why
kept it all inside me, everyone dumbfound
think about it, y’all ain’t see me after sundown
tried to take myself away, failed when i tried though
musta been a sign, god knows something i don’t
broke to my sister, all she could do is cry though
like i ain’t think about her kids, why i wanna die for
either i take control, or it controls me
gotta get rid of them, they don’t own me
sometimes they creep, ain’t as easy as it sounds
but we here now we just gotta beat it to the ground

- mzm

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