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letra de 100 bars - the green team (la)

ayee… i can’t rap ‘bout drill sh-t in every song…
bruh….
people be looking at me like i shouldn’t be rapping,…period
y’all don’t know me,…
y’all don’t know what i went through,….
you don’t know what i had to do to get here…
i’m finna tell ya…

now i ain’t here to b-tch and complain but let me say a few things i done walked through the rain i seen my share of pain remained against the grain and kept on fighting the way that i was travelling i’ll accept that blame i’ve seen things that would make a good man get mean people fakin, snakin, frontin like they on your team and it’s my fault cause i was just a gullible teen they get you open hopin on the door[?] but then they sn-tch your dreams but i’m here and i’m breathin might be a little banged up but i’m not beaten i still got the chip on my shoulder a little bit older a little bit colder, look i’m still standing,….
i got my chin up high can’t k!ll me step aside and let me slide on by

how am i suppose to walk
how am i suppose to talk
how am i suppose to live
when i ain’t gotta d-mn thang left to give

i been hated on, held back, used and abused i’ve been a thief and a sinner[?] coming down with the blues cold hearted, heart broken both high and low stared deep into the eyes that didn’t have no soul been told i was nothing been stabbed in the back crack, doubt, brain, god[?] don’t arrest my cardiac but see my homies in the back of that black cadillac and i’m crying like a baby, cause they ain’t coming back but i’m here and i’m breathin might be a little banged up but i’m not beaten i still got the chip on my shoulder a little bit older a little bit colder, look i’m still standing

how am i suppose to walk
how am i suppose to talk
how am i suppose to live
when i ain’t gotta d-mn thang left to give

a real man keep it going no matter the circ-mstances. sh-t woulda been different if i was given certain chances

that not how it went so who am i to complain. i don’t really feel sh-t except my pride and my pain
tell me,….
how the f-ck is sh-t fair out here
innocent man stabbed to death in a cell , where’s god bumping his ipod
i wanna know,..
cause,…
if he’s up there chillin’
lettin’ this happen
doin’ nothin’
he’d be in need of a slappin’

[pastor or priest talking]
]}[“there’s not an individual who’s ever confessed christ, who has not but
one time or another, said the wrong thing, thought the wrong thing, done
the wrong thing, & i don’t care how saved you are,.god is smile’n on you but he’s frown’n too, cause god only know what you gonna do….”]}[

- the green team la

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