Boonaa Mohammed - Cats and Dogs lyrics
[Boonaa Mohammed - Cats and Dogs lyrics]
It's kind of dumb but ummm
I used to think that every time it
Rained an angel began to cry
And it made me sad to see
Emotions drip from the sky
Ask me why and I'd tell you that I
Could see it coming from a mile
But denial ain't just a river
It attacks you inner child
But he had everything a boy could every want
Money, power, respect and fancy
Toys to flaunt, guys wanted to be him
Girls wanted to meet him
He was a smooth criminal
Lingo was never corny
The star of countless, classic ghetto stories
Legendary general
Controlled armies of lost souls
Gangster and a gentleman locked in one soul
Survival was the only thing that
He would ever know
A product of society so where did we go wrong
Cause an eye for an eye
Leaves the whole world blind
You pick at karma enough and she'll
Stop by to say "Hi!"
I never knew which one came
First, thunder or lighting
But as life takes you on a
Ride, the resemblance can be striking
Evil deeds resulting from
A dysfunctional seed
Grew from poverty the streets
Is all he needs
Found comfort around pimps pushers and thugs
The only family that he
Ever showed true love
But could you blame him?
I mean, idea plus conviction becomes reality
Oppressive systems creating another
Ghetto causality
Just singing that same old song
The one that begins in the womb
And ends in a tomb
Plenty of brothers have taken
The exact same path
Did dirt but always searched for
A nice clean bath
His name rang bells from high
Schools to prison cells
The word on the street was
About his latest confrontation
Rolling through projects armed with
Nothing but a reputation
Lived life to the fullest
But when it rains it pours
And Good deeds can't necessarily
Feed the poor so he stole from the rich and
He stole from the poor
People tried to help him but
He just wanted more
He had angles and demons perched on
Both shoulder engaging in immortal combat
Fighting to control his mind and use
His tongue as a door mat
He would say things, than
Contradict with his actions
Leaning towards the devils satisfaction
He was living life too fast
Locked in a cage practically every summer
Collect three-ways connecting the dumb
To the dumber
Friends were not friends, simply
There for the moment
Praying for his downfall, but he
Would never know it
Karma eventually caught up and it wasn't
Safe for him or his family
Could have stayed underground but he
Was way too manly
Because you can take the boy
Out of the jungle
But, you can't take the jungle
Out of the boy
The stress in his voice meant that
He knew it was coming
I think he let it happen because
He was sick of running
And as you probably guessed
Past tenses indicate
That he is no longer present
Just another statistic to be brought up
During the next stinkin elections
Nothing special, despite the impact he
Had on so many lives
When he died I couldn't even
Force myself to cry
Because I said goodbye a
Lot sooner than most
I remember when he was a king
But now he's just a ghost
He taught me so many things he
Was skilled in so many ways
He could have been so many things but
He was killed in broad day
He really let me down
He said that everything would be
Okay but he lied
Because I'm looking out my window
And it' still raining outside
I used to think that every time it
Rained an angel began to cry
And it made me sad to see
Emotions drip from the sky
Ask me why and I'd tell you that I
Could see it coming from a mile
But denial ain't just a river
It attacks you inner child
But he had everything a boy could every want
Money, power, respect and fancy
Toys to flaunt, guys wanted to be him
Girls wanted to meet him
He was a smooth criminal
Lingo was never corny
The star of countless, classic ghetto stories
Legendary general
Controlled armies of lost souls
Gangster and a gentleman locked in one soul
Survival was the only thing that
He would ever know
A product of society so where did we go wrong
Cause an eye for an eye
Leaves the whole world blind
You pick at karma enough and she'll
Stop by to say "Hi!"
I never knew which one came
First, thunder or lighting
But as life takes you on a
Ride, the resemblance can be striking
Evil deeds resulting from
A dysfunctional seed
Grew from poverty the streets
Is all he needs
Found comfort around pimps pushers and thugs
The only family that he
Ever showed true love
But could you blame him?
I mean, idea plus conviction becomes reality
Oppressive systems creating another
Ghetto causality
Just singing that same old song
The one that begins in the womb
And ends in a tomb
Plenty of brothers have taken
The exact same path
Did dirt but always searched for
A nice clean bath
His name rang bells from high
Schools to prison cells
The word on the street was
About his latest confrontation
Rolling through projects armed with
Nothing but a reputation
Lived life to the fullest
But when it rains it pours
And Good deeds can't necessarily
Feed the poor so he stole from the rich and
He stole from the poor
People tried to help him but
He just wanted more
He had angles and demons perched on
Both shoulder engaging in immortal combat
Fighting to control his mind and use
His tongue as a door mat
He would say things, than
Contradict with his actions
Leaning towards the devils satisfaction
He was living life too fast
Locked in a cage practically every summer
Collect three-ways connecting the dumb
To the dumber
Friends were not friends, simply
There for the moment
Praying for his downfall, but he
Would never know it
Karma eventually caught up and it wasn't
Safe for him or his family
Could have stayed underground but he
Was way too manly
Because you can take the boy
Out of the jungle
But, you can't take the jungle
Out of the boy
The stress in his voice meant that
He knew it was coming
I think he let it happen because
He was sick of running
And as you probably guessed
Past tenses indicate
That he is no longer present
Just another statistic to be brought up
During the next stinkin elections
Nothing special, despite the impact he
Had on so many lives
When he died I couldn't even
Force myself to cry
Because I said goodbye a
Lot sooner than most
I remember when he was a king
But now he's just a ghost
He taught me so many things he
Was skilled in so many ways
He could have been so many things but
He was killed in broad day
He really let me down
He said that everything would be
Okay but he lied
Because I'm looking out my window
And it' still raining outside