Chester P - Rocks Bottom lyrics

Rock bottom, rock bottom
Rocks bottom, rocks bottom
Rocks bottom out here man
Ain't seeing nuttin' but poverty man
Deprivation and all them fuckery yea?
(It's a hard knocks life) Serious

Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom
Where the people ain't got nuttin'
And the kiddies chain smoke like Dot Cotton
Growing up on the rock bottom, rock bottom

Money mad backstabbing, vein jabbing
Paranoid crack addicts, bare addicts
Androids carry gasses, some are strappin'
And the summer never seems to happen
Sew my dreams in a sea of passion
See a demon in a chain reaction
I'm redeeming in a change of actions
I'm the leader in a rebel fraction
And I'm deeper than the clever captions
See the ether in a spell of dragons
See the reaper in the back of wagons
With the leaders of the alpha canons
Out for balance, lookin' at the rocks bottom
Cats plottin', suicide cats bombin'
On comet onslaughts in the short runnings
Too cunning, see the higher force, bun him
Streets humming, sirens and feet drumming
Never sleep too deep in deceit's run-ins
See the beef in a field full of sheep coming
Write a tale if you leave
Me with the beat running

Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom
Where the people ain't got nuttin'
And the kiddies get high like Nick Cotton
Lookin' up at the rock bottom, rock bottom

Seeds like hell blossom
Lead coffins, plottin' when the cells locking
Twelve profit in the legacy of hells tropics
Man ahead of me are selling me a dead topic
I can tell it how it is
And keep your head bopping
I was feeling like it's best
I never said nothin'
Chessa Chess in the house with a new layer
I'm a prophet, I'm a pilgrim
I'm a soothsayer and the Devil's got a sword
Called the truth slayer
See me tyrna slay the Devil I'm a true player
I'm a priest in the streets, I'm a crusader
While you're busy living life
Out of newspapers
Some of them are living life
Like a crash dummy
All they do is run around for the cash money
And the government will smother
Us in blasphemy take the tax money make a
Bomb and drop it casually

Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom
Where the people ain't got nuttin'
And the kiddies chain smoke like Dot Cotton
Growing up on the rocks bottom, rock bottom

Living where the rock's shottin'
Block's rotten run when the cops stoppin'
Little novice in the shop
With his popped stocking
On his head like he's suttin'
Out of Lock Stock 'n
Police shot him now he's laying
In a box rotting
Play for fate number eight in the top pocket
What's poppin' for the clockin'
And the eavesdroppin'
Dropping eaves like weed when police stop him
Some of them'll stand around and
Do the streets shoppin'
See a guy they wanna rob and
Then they creep on him
Some of them will curse God
For the life given
Some of them'll run around and
Keep a knife with 'em
Some of them are paranoid
And say spies hidden
And everything in history has been lie ridden
And it's just another day up
In the minds prison
I'm a visionary living on a blind vision
What I'm saying is a picture
So the blind listen
Innovation elevation how the mind's written
What I'm saying is a picture
So the blind listen
Innovation elevation how the rhyme's written
(yeah)

Sittin' lookin' up at the bottom, rock bottom
Where the people ain't got nuttin'
And the kiddies get high like Nick Cotton
Lookin' up at the rock bottom, rocks bottom