Akala, Jaja Soze - Otherside lyrics
[Akala, Jaja Soze - Otherside lyrics]
Yo! this is the other side of
The story you never hear about
Killers looking out the jail windows
And start cryin' out like "Mom I miss you!"
Please forgive me don't mean to diss you
Sittin' here wipin' the tears
With a tissue mom I miss you
But what about the rapper that blings
Mostly sings but didn't tell the fans his
Mom bought those things with her last wages
From her cleaning job sweeping stages
For the mere fact she'd rather you be happy
Than locked in cages
There's no honesty honestly it bothers me
Done with the fake shit
Flick your heels Dorothy
Run off back to OZ with
Fake tales of Montana grams
Like 99% of the block strugglin' for a grand
Grandmother diabetic insulin gets injected
And little kids neglected
Cause parents livin' reckless
I've done wrong can't judge the suppliers
But there's far too many fiends in
My life to ever glorify it
The otherside that you never
See on television
The otherside when a killers shed
A tear in prison
The otherside ain't written in gold
It's really cold
The otherside of the truth but
It's never been told
The otherside ain't no fake rap videos
Just jail cells
Funerals and the mental homes
This rap shit used to be
The news from the hood
Now everyone's jumpin' round like
It's all good
What you know about moms addicted to the pipe
Hood plus the wicked type
Dads in and out of jail
And he's an Ike "I Am-ite"
What you know about two parents
With two jobs each with a grown man for a
Son that raps talkin' grease
See everybody's in a gang
But not really prepared
See you're a plumber not a
Killer really you're scared
And you would brag about the
Killin' not the nightmares
You going to flow where you sleep
And got sweat in your tears
One of my O gs told me once
He couldn't pull up to the lights
Without seeing the night
That he first took a life he vomited
For months on end
Then picked back up the sting
And he'll be 65 before he
Ever see his ends again
I got some close friends and
Killers that work nursing clones
Smoking something that poisoned them
To the mental homes
Repeat the cycle of destruction that
Was built for the zones
Self genocide sellin' each other coke bones
The otherside that you never
See on television
The otherside when a killers shed
A tear in prison
The otherside ain't written in gold
It's really cold
The otherside of the truth but
It's never been told
The otherside ain't no fake rap videos
Just jail cells
Funerals and the mental homes
This rap shit used to be
The news from the hood
Now everyone's jumpin' round like
It's all good
Hey Jaja have you seen um
These grown men fibbin'
Too scared of themselves admit about
How they're really feelin'
Yeah I see them talkin' about killin'
Lyin' at home chillin' no guns
No knife they just lyin' about drug dealin'
What ever happened to really
Really fightin' the system
If we body dem we body
For dissin' mothers and sisters
Man, what happened to the progress
All I see is crossdress
If you lyin' to these kids then
That just makes you hopeless
This music is our culture weapon
If we use it right
Or point it at our own heads
This is self-suicide
Do these little kids in the sticks
Really think these guys are real
Would they be making rap songs
If they really kill if you're in real beef
And your name's on the poster
It ain't that hard to just
Drive by and toast ya'
Yo Jaja did your dad leave
Ya my dad left, bro yeah fam, mine as well
And I still can't let go
The pain of how I grew up
People call me a screw up
Drunk half the nights off Henney
Until I threw up walkin' around the block
Me and my brother tore up
Me and my mom at the post office
For 20 pounds we cued up me and my big sis
Fightin' grown men crazy
Big brother died as a baby
So who the fuck you think raised me
So what's the message in the song
Be honest nothing more
If you really live the grind
Just be honest and make sure
If you a straight A student
Don't pretend you're a shooter
I know grown men that can't read
And end up bein' losers
Cause the other side is
Just like anywhere else
We just wanna live good and help ourselves
The otherside that you never
See on television
The otherside when a killers shed
A tear in prison
The otherside ain't written in gold
It's really cold
The otherside of the truth but
It's never been told
The otherside ain't no fake rap videos
Just jail cells
Funerals and the mental homes
This rap shit used to be
The news from the hood
Now everyone's jumpin' round like
It's all good
The story you never hear about
Killers looking out the jail windows
And start cryin' out like "Mom I miss you!"
Please forgive me don't mean to diss you
Sittin' here wipin' the tears
With a tissue mom I miss you
But what about the rapper that blings
Mostly sings but didn't tell the fans his
Mom bought those things with her last wages
From her cleaning job sweeping stages
For the mere fact she'd rather you be happy
Than locked in cages
There's no honesty honestly it bothers me
Done with the fake shit
Flick your heels Dorothy
Run off back to OZ with
Fake tales of Montana grams
Like 99% of the block strugglin' for a grand
Grandmother diabetic insulin gets injected
And little kids neglected
Cause parents livin' reckless
I've done wrong can't judge the suppliers
But there's far too many fiends in
My life to ever glorify it
The otherside that you never
See on television
The otherside when a killers shed
A tear in prison
The otherside ain't written in gold
It's really cold
The otherside of the truth but
It's never been told
The otherside ain't no fake rap videos
Just jail cells
Funerals and the mental homes
This rap shit used to be
The news from the hood
Now everyone's jumpin' round like
It's all good
What you know about moms addicted to the pipe
Hood plus the wicked type
Dads in and out of jail
And he's an Ike "I Am-ite"
What you know about two parents
With two jobs each with a grown man for a
Son that raps talkin' grease
See everybody's in a gang
But not really prepared
See you're a plumber not a
Killer really you're scared
And you would brag about the
Killin' not the nightmares
You going to flow where you sleep
And got sweat in your tears
One of my O gs told me once
He couldn't pull up to the lights
Without seeing the night
That he first took a life he vomited
For months on end
Then picked back up the sting
And he'll be 65 before he
Ever see his ends again
I got some close friends and
Killers that work nursing clones
Smoking something that poisoned them
To the mental homes
Repeat the cycle of destruction that
Was built for the zones
Self genocide sellin' each other coke bones
The otherside that you never
See on television
The otherside when a killers shed
A tear in prison
The otherside ain't written in gold
It's really cold
The otherside of the truth but
It's never been told
The otherside ain't no fake rap videos
Just jail cells
Funerals and the mental homes
This rap shit used to be
The news from the hood
Now everyone's jumpin' round like
It's all good
Hey Jaja have you seen um
These grown men fibbin'
Too scared of themselves admit about
How they're really feelin'
Yeah I see them talkin' about killin'
Lyin' at home chillin' no guns
No knife they just lyin' about drug dealin'
What ever happened to really
Really fightin' the system
If we body dem we body
For dissin' mothers and sisters
Man, what happened to the progress
All I see is crossdress
If you lyin' to these kids then
That just makes you hopeless
This music is our culture weapon
If we use it right
Or point it at our own heads
This is self-suicide
Do these little kids in the sticks
Really think these guys are real
Would they be making rap songs
If they really kill if you're in real beef
And your name's on the poster
It ain't that hard to just
Drive by and toast ya'
Yo Jaja did your dad leave
Ya my dad left, bro yeah fam, mine as well
And I still can't let go
The pain of how I grew up
People call me a screw up
Drunk half the nights off Henney
Until I threw up walkin' around the block
Me and my brother tore up
Me and my mom at the post office
For 20 pounds we cued up me and my big sis
Fightin' grown men crazy
Big brother died as a baby
So who the fuck you think raised me
So what's the message in the song
Be honest nothing more
If you really live the grind
Just be honest and make sure
If you a straight A student
Don't pretend you're a shooter
I know grown men that can't read
And end up bein' losers
Cause the other side is
Just like anywhere else
We just wanna live good and help ourselves
The otherside that you never
See on television
The otherside when a killers shed
A tear in prison
The otherside ain't written in gold
It's really cold
The otherside of the truth but
It's never been told
The otherside ain't no fake rap videos
Just jail cells
Funerals and the mental homes
This rap shit used to be
The news from the hood
Now everyone's jumpin' round like
It's all good