Lyrics:
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas are witty and gritty; jack you up and leave your ass spinning dizzy\ homless niggas jack you up for your Fendi\ i used to rock Timmy's\ to stomp on niggas really\ cop car sirens; howling and whining \ few minutes later... gun shots firing\ state of mind; Iron... Lion in Zion\ Bob Marley playing but the shots keep firing\ who the fuck is living?\ who the fuck is dying? \I hope it ain't my people though; I hope that they surviving \ I know it ain't my people though; my hope is their asylum\ my mind tells me I'm crazy though; my state of mind is lying\ I listen to another source; I listen to my heart\ I'm sorta like an Alchemist; a student of the art\ I'm sort of on the precipice of breaking out the dark\ now that I'm living by the sea, my state of mind is calm\ the ocean gives me clarity; the ocean's my alarm\ I wanna be that rapper living on a fucken farm\and just another rapper with a penthouse in the city\when the farm gets boring and beach life shitty\ I'll still have a spot to go and get bizzy\ coz I'll never forget that i grew up in the big city!
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Real message within this art piece. I can definitely relate to it. It is not a game out here. Blessed to be alive and definitely we can't forget where we came from or grew up. Having options to relocate is a beautiful thing. May the gunshots miss many more souls in the chaos of street life and corruption.
thanks man. glad you enjoyed it!
You're most welcome man