Alex Dionisio - Impressions lyrics
[Alex Dionisio - Impressions lyrics]
Aiyo, it's me, y'all, back again
NYC stand up
It’s me, TK, back with the chronicles
Tell you what I see from the blocks
There the robbers go ain’t no braggadocio
It’s straight up the truth
Babies having babies crying Brenda
Still in her youth
Hustlers cover up the game
The cops out on the loose
Getting by hardly these days
The struggle it takes them under
Used to be beautiful
Today it’s ugly as the Cookie Monster
There’s older folks having
Trouble counseling kids
‘cause they got problems themselves
And the kids are selling ounces of piff
From Brooklyn all the way to the
Bronx to check on my brothers
But I can’t not see the guns
Poor ones and weeping mothers
It’s all around where we are
Turn the CD up louder
Rebel, hit the streets, surround town hall
Y’all what the people know, fierce
Cops, they let the guns blow
Watch out, get down below
How low can a brother go?
The life of crime is not the right way
Ya know fear, the companies try to control
Put your game face on and go
And say it with me mr president
We won’t take all of this gibberish
Everybody, unite and hear me now
We gotta teach the old folks
Children and middle age people
Rise up and wise up now for real ha
I hear ya, guys, but after all that’s done
We gotta go back home and have some fun
Invite the fine ladies, pop the Dom Pérignon
Don’t overdo it
The kids will see us stumbling around
You know how we do
Bring out the cigars as we
Regroup with our peoples
But why for? Well, to quote
Rick James, it’s a celebration, bitches
It’s like July 4th, and we into big thangs
Where be at? Dude just around the corner
With the sound system
You know how hip-hop boys does
Put away them toys, it’s a party, man
And your boy goes by the party man
We gettin’ it on as planned
NYC stand up
It’s me, TK, back with the chronicles
Tell you what I see from the blocks
There the robbers go ain’t no braggadocio
It’s straight up the truth
Babies having babies crying Brenda
Still in her youth
Hustlers cover up the game
The cops out on the loose
Getting by hardly these days
The struggle it takes them under
Used to be beautiful
Today it’s ugly as the Cookie Monster
There’s older folks having
Trouble counseling kids
‘cause they got problems themselves
And the kids are selling ounces of piff
From Brooklyn all the way to the
Bronx to check on my brothers
But I can’t not see the guns
Poor ones and weeping mothers
It’s all around where we are
Turn the CD up louder
Rebel, hit the streets, surround town hall
Y’all what the people know, fierce
Cops, they let the guns blow
Watch out, get down below
How low can a brother go?
The life of crime is not the right way
Ya know fear, the companies try to control
Put your game face on and go
And say it with me mr president
We won’t take all of this gibberish
Everybody, unite and hear me now
We gotta teach the old folks
Children and middle age people
Rise up and wise up now for real ha
I hear ya, guys, but after all that’s done
We gotta go back home and have some fun
Invite the fine ladies, pop the Dom Pérignon
Don’t overdo it
The kids will see us stumbling around
You know how we do
Bring out the cigars as we
Regroup with our peoples
But why for? Well, to quote
Rick James, it’s a celebration, bitches
It’s like July 4th, and we into big thangs
Where be at? Dude just around the corner
With the sound system
You know how hip-hop boys does
Put away them toys, it’s a party, man
And your boy goes by the party man
We gettin’ it on as planned