La Coka Nostra - The Story Goes On lyrics
[La Coka Nostra - The Story Goes On lyrics]
His father died young
Never knew him to shield him from the rain
Starting shooting heroin at fourteen
To numb the pain
Track marks similar to tattoos
Tell the story of a sad fool
Tragic monologue of a man who
Became a victim of half-truths
And whispered secrets
His own inner-demons, syringes and lesions
Crack pipes and binges on weekends
Led to benders and blackouts
That last for seasons
For no apparent reasons he never had children
He was a child in a man’s body
Found joy in the thrill of
The streets and crack parties
Robbing drug dealers, selling dope
Selling soap locked in the belly of the
Beast where the felons roam gift of gab
Quick-witted with the clever soul
Couldn’t keep him from catching a
Buck-fifty in his dome
Matter of fact, more like two-fifty
Too shifty his name was Howie but on
Rikers Island he was gypsy
Time and time again, as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge, these are those words
I glance at the paper to
Know what's going on
Someone's doing wrong, the story goes on
A lot of stuff happens that
The news won't tell you's
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
State of the slums
Kill for a plate of crumbs fake ones
They're coarse with smiles and snake tongues
Fuck a clan or a cult man, I stand by my own
All by myself grown up but
Fuck you I’m abandoned, disowned
I’m alive and thriving
Driving like a bandit with gold
You ain’t got no balls so you
Don’t understand it at all
I’m America’s nightmare
I’m a werewolf with soul
I’m unbearable with no fam
I’m just terrible yo
I have hate in my heart so
When I tear a new hole
In all your dreams and ideals
Momma where would you go?
Watched my father betray me
Baby watched Erica go that’s interference
I just wanted Terrance to grow
Steering clear of all these voices I
Can hear in my skull here in my head
Surrounded by these spirit's is dead
Who are you to trust and who
I am to judge it?
This is do-or-die, suicide on a budget
You can hate or love it but I
Put it on my motherfucking mother
That I came out and I ain’t
Going back to the gutter
Time and time again, as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge, these are those words
I glance at the paper to
Know what's going on
Someone's doing wrong, the story goes on
A lot of stuff happens that
The news won't tell you's
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
State of the slums
Kill for a plate of crumbs fake ones
They're coarse with smiles and snake tongues
Never knew him to shield him from the rain
Starting shooting heroin at fourteen
To numb the pain
Track marks similar to tattoos
Tell the story of a sad fool
Tragic monologue of a man who
Became a victim of half-truths
And whispered secrets
His own inner-demons, syringes and lesions
Crack pipes and binges on weekends
Led to benders and blackouts
That last for seasons
For no apparent reasons he never had children
He was a child in a man’s body
Found joy in the thrill of
The streets and crack parties
Robbing drug dealers, selling dope
Selling soap locked in the belly of the
Beast where the felons roam gift of gab
Quick-witted with the clever soul
Couldn’t keep him from catching a
Buck-fifty in his dome
Matter of fact, more like two-fifty
Too shifty his name was Howie but on
Rikers Island he was gypsy
Time and time again, as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge, these are those words
I glance at the paper to
Know what's going on
Someone's doing wrong, the story goes on
A lot of stuff happens that
The news won't tell you's
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
State of the slums
Kill for a plate of crumbs fake ones
They're coarse with smiles and snake tongues
Fuck a clan or a cult man, I stand by my own
All by myself grown up but
Fuck you I’m abandoned, disowned
I’m alive and thriving
Driving like a bandit with gold
You ain’t got no balls so you
Don’t understand it at all
I’m America’s nightmare
I’m a werewolf with soul
I’m unbearable with no fam
I’m just terrible yo
I have hate in my heart so
When I tear a new hole
In all your dreams and ideals
Momma where would you go?
Watched my father betray me
Baby watched Erica go that’s interference
I just wanted Terrance to grow
Steering clear of all these voices I
Can hear in my skull here in my head
Surrounded by these spirit's is dead
Who are you to trust and who
I am to judge it?
This is do-or-die, suicide on a budget
You can hate or love it but I
Put it on my motherfucking mother
That I came out and I ain’t
Going back to the gutter
Time and time again, as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge, these are those words
I glance at the paper to
Know what's going on
Someone's doing wrong, the story goes on
A lot of stuff happens that
The news won't tell you's
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
State of the slums
Kill for a plate of crumbs fake ones
They're coarse with smiles and snake tongues