Blu, EXILE - Another Day lyrics

Just another day living in the hood
Just another day around the way
Living good today

They say rap's like a trap
So I'm looking for the map to the backdoor
Sometimes I sit and wonder what
The fuck I'm rapping for
So many cats more talented
That never had a chance in it
Not to mention niggas tryna damage it
Cold hearted vandalists fucking
Up the culture
They acting like it's kosher to
Rap for the advantages
Making the game scandalous
Stranded so far from the art
You start to wonder if they ever
Was a fan of it i'm digging in the crates
With the candles lit



Looking for a record to describe my
Anger so I can sample it
Condense my feelings into sixteen bars
And try to sugarcoat my quotes
So they won't seem raw
And I can tell what you folks' dreams are
Cus all the video shows is hoes jocking
Niggas knocking on cars
Now the young'uns want a piece of the pie
So the devil let's them starve
And start feeding em lies
Now try to digest that

And you wonder why we buy stress sacks
To shit out what niggas
Dish out without Ex-Lax
I'm trying to get outta the west coast, Blacc
It's a bad place to raise fam
And I'll be damned if I ever get back
Where shit's at now
It'll make Martin Luther shake his head
And sit back down
Like "did y'all niggas had the same dream?"
And Malcolm X would wonder "all y'all
Are on the same team?"

The way these fiends keep droning
On in the mainstream
The lame thing about it
It's the same teams that bought it
Probably skipping this song
Build the walls around the ignorance
Defending what's wrong
Instead of fighting for freedom
That's why I only write in what
I believe in and nothing less

I shoulda listened when my Moms told
My ass "stay in class"
Shoulda listened instead of ditching to
Get a little ass
Or maybe I shoulda listened to my Pops
When he told me Hip-Hop won't do shit
But keep me on the block
Or maybe I shoulda listened to
My niggas pitching rocks
'Cause they pushing nice whips
From cooking white bricks

Or maybe I should be like my uncle
That nigga pimping white chicks
But none of em lead a life like this
It's like the right do righteous to try
To stay the fuck out of hell
But me, I'm tryna stay the fuck out of jail
Cause, I can smell trouble coming my way
Plus there's so many reasons a nigga wanna
Keep a gun to his waist
It don't take much to make him pull out
Cause niggas die for their rides
Money and broads or calling
The wrong hood out
And suckers still tripping on colors
Like a motherfucking racist
My cousin was banging at my Aunt's cookout
It's a full-out war and I don't
Know who to listen to
I thought rap was a positive gap
I could get in to

But nowadays you gotta bust a
Cap if they dissing you
Either that or be labeled a
Bitch cause you didn't shoot
It's hard to pick and choose right from wrong
Like if you rap about freedom
Nobody likes your song
But do a track about cheating
Bitches will play it all night long
I don't get it why the righteous fall
Like my ex used to bump Xzibit
And her favorite line was

"I be catching bitches while
Bitches be catching feelings"
Yet she don't want me tricking around
See, she idolize the lifestyle but don't
Want none of it going down
It's kinda like these phony clowns
Thinking they hood dwellers
Acting Mafioso cause they seen Goodfellas
Now they running through the hood
Yelling Blu is bucking rounds
Bet you're giving your attention to me now