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letra de facts of life - sunset terr

[verse 1: lk]

check it out….
let me tell you a little story about this dude i know
knew him since element’ and was a grade below
always worked hard, a’s & b’s on his report card
used to get teased by the bullies in the schoolyard
but he had armor, plus push from his mama
he was on track to be like barack obama
but when he hit sixteen, things began to change
the peer pressure started building, always rushing through his brain
started hanging out with dudes, playing hookie from school
acting ghetto with thugs ’cause being smart wasn’t cool
trading in the khakis and the polo shirt
for some over-sized jeans and a black t-shirt
even switched his hairstyle, started wearing braids
like the show on mtv, homie got made
no more green gr-sses and suburban living
he’d rather hang in drug-infested hoods he didn’t even live in
trying to be like them dudes in the videos
with the jewelry, the money, cars, rims, and hoes
i told the fool, “go back to school, get it the legal way”
but every time i tried to tell him, his mind would stray
he didn’t want to listen, tried to say that i was hating
i’m like, “dude, you 2 years from graduating.”
now he’s a dud… man, shorty was caught up
acting nothing like the way he was brought up
next thing you know…

[phone rings]

lk: d-mn, hold up for a second, stop the track. let me answer this….
lk: {on phone} h-llo?
caller: ayo l, man… tavis got hit up!! he dead, man!!!

[hook: hp]

this ain’t tales from the hood, this is facts of life
think it’s all fun and games, ’til reality strikes
{repeat}
this ain’t tales from the hood-hood-hood-hood
this is facts of life…fact-facts of life
{repeat}

[verse 2: jay biggz (lk)]

yo, p-ss me the microphone, watch how i flip this to light your dome
yeah i’m nice with chrome, even nicer when i write the poems
me and lk, aapex, tilden dex’, feeling blessed
(hold up, let’s talk about that dude, wes)
yeah i seen wes, he was in c.h. the other day
chilling with his brother ray, slinging out his mother’s place
kilos for days, they be stashing in the oven, got you covered
fiends all around his baby brother
big bricks underneath his daughter playpen
pure caucasian, break it up, flake it, dry ’em like a raisin
on occasion, wes’ll leave some powder out for tasting
now ray’s the newest dude slinging, it’s amazing
yo, i heard ray sniffed 2 grams
hit the streets on foot, polices tailing in vans, staking out
“wes the kingpin, there’s his brother, go take him out!!”
hopped out the black vans, grabbed ray faced him down
said, “where’s wes? i know he got more than a residue!!”
ray’s like, “it’s no more, man i’m telling you!!”
threw the cuffs on him, beat him like an ordinary black child
and that was over 2 crack vials
the thing ends when ray dies from a brain blow
they ditched the body somewhere over the rainbow
wes is on the run and the family is devastated
thinking it was kidnapping, premeditated

[hook: hp]

[verse 3: hp]

she wanted to be an actress, a star on the scene
but ended up a star in a mid-night summer’s dream
see, papa was never there… mama, she never cared
so from birth, her growth was impaired
she was introduced to drugs while playing dolls on a rug
asking her mom why she sniffing up white stuff
different men in the crib molested her as a kid
so when she got big, females is all she messing with
so she ran away like luda and mary j
looking for heaven ’cause she go through h-ll every day
asking god what to do, but he ain’t got nothing to say
running around town, doing bl-w j-bs for pay
no one ever gave a fair shake like maracas
of her environment, she was just a product
a victim to the game, would destroy membranes from cocaine
stds up in her veins
a lost soul crying for help no one heard
so keep your ears open and stay awake to the world
a lost soul crying for help no one heard
so keep your ears open and stay awake to the world

[hook: hp]

- sunset terr

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