Slaine, ILL BILL, Jeru the Damaja - Broken Pieces lyrics
Jeru the Damaja
[Slaine, ILL BILL, Jeru the Damaja - Broken Pieces lyrics]
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
Speaking loud, peep her style
In and out of every reefer cloud
Skinny waist, fat ass, pretty face
Evil mouth
Hollywood, partied with fake thugs, posers
And coke heads her uncle was the ex-drummer
From Guns N' Roses
Met her over Joey Silvera's house
A party girl she was 19 and happy that her
Parents finally let her out
Three abortions, two from the same boyfriend
The third one during an orgy
Might have been Sean Penn's
Yeah, I put it in her mouth
Once and we remained friends
Seen her out at the clubs now and again
The same shit
The same sneaky crowd, same cocaine
Same tit's same dreams about becoming a star
And making the flicks
Played a hooker on Entourage
Swore she made it
Made friends with the wrong crowd
Got played quick
Took the first sniff of that
Gray shit then ate dick
Dummy ate her first syringe was
Never the same since, listen
Check it out, he a self proclaimed thug but
The kid could rap
His idol was 2Pac, he always wanted to act
Portrayed a thug on the silver screen
Showed Hollywood the block, just
Had the rock, just one last scheme
With this move he financed a demo
Planned to vic a spot
They mixed coke with other chemicals
His team the neighborhood criminals
I guess they missed the truth about
Birds of a feather and fools
Part of the plot
Nobody move but motherfuckers still get shot
Grab the shit and head back to the block
He ain't know a witness seen him come
And go from both the rooftops
First, they murked his moms and his pops
Then his girl and her seed
Slit her throat then filled
The kid with shots
Paramedics did what they could
RIP: another mural on a wall in the hood
When you were younger
Under your bed there was a monster
Between your legs where he wants
You he haunts you
Still to this day, you got little to say
'Bout the nightmares you kept that
Had you widdled away there's a little girl
A victim who's a diddler's prey
But you shut up, now you grown up
All fucked up
? tongue slipping through your heart
Nowadays the same stuff's ripping you apart
You're 26, trying to get rich quick
High heels, lipstick, sliding down poles
They don't call you Miss now
They call you "this bitch"
That bitch, bend over backwards
Throw a dollar at you and that's it
You've been bruised and scraped
Abused and raped and so drained from cocaine
And dudes and snakes
If somebody had to walk a day
Inside your shoes they'd shake
It's like you never had a
Chance to choose your fate, wait
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
The world can be a cold and cruel place
Speaking loud, peep her style
In and out of every reefer cloud
Skinny waist, fat ass, pretty face
Evil mouth
Hollywood, partied with fake thugs, posers
And coke heads her uncle was the ex-drummer
From Guns N' Roses
Met her over Joey Silvera's house
A party girl she was 19 and happy that her
Parents finally let her out
Three abortions, two from the same boyfriend
The third one during an orgy
Might have been Sean Penn's
Yeah, I put it in her mouth
Once and we remained friends
Seen her out at the clubs now and again
The same shit
The same sneaky crowd, same cocaine
Same tit's same dreams about becoming a star
And making the flicks
Played a hooker on Entourage
Swore she made it
Made friends with the wrong crowd
Got played quick
Took the first sniff of that
Gray shit then ate dick
Dummy ate her first syringe was
Never the same since, listen
Check it out, he a self proclaimed thug but
The kid could rap
His idol was 2Pac, he always wanted to act
Portrayed a thug on the silver screen
Showed Hollywood the block, just
Had the rock, just one last scheme
With this move he financed a demo
Planned to vic a spot
They mixed coke with other chemicals
His team the neighborhood criminals
I guess they missed the truth about
Birds of a feather and fools
Part of the plot
Nobody move but motherfuckers still get shot
Grab the shit and head back to the block
He ain't know a witness seen him come
And go from both the rooftops
First, they murked his moms and his pops
Then his girl and her seed
Slit her throat then filled
The kid with shots
Paramedics did what they could
RIP: another mural on a wall in the hood
When you were younger
Under your bed there was a monster
Between your legs where he wants
You he haunts you
Still to this day, you got little to say
'Bout the nightmares you kept that
Had you widdled away there's a little girl
A victim who's a diddler's prey
But you shut up, now you grown up
All fucked up
? tongue slipping through your heart
Nowadays the same stuff's ripping you apart
You're 26, trying to get rich quick
High heels, lipstick, sliding down poles
They don't call you Miss now
They call you "this bitch"
That bitch, bend over backwards
Throw a dollar at you and that's it
You've been bruised and scraped
Abused and raped and so drained from cocaine
And dudes and snakes
If somebody had to walk a day
Inside your shoes they'd shake
It's like you never had a
Chance to choose your fate, wait
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place