Mia X, Mr. Serv-On, C-Murder - Don't Blame Me lyrics

[Mia X, Mr. Serv-On, C-Murder - Don't Blame Me lyrics]

Don't blame me for the pain
The world has caused don't blame me for your
Own imperfectionate flaws
If every individual were to
Accept his own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change

Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics
Hittin your chest like gunshots
And my thoughts seepin into your
Brain like cooked rocks
It's like a thick I have on
A nigga mind is? yall sort of like? of thugs
To break off from an overrated government
Full of corruption and hypocrites
That try to immoralize yourself when
They untouchable by laws, that's bullshit
They say I'm overrated
But, I'm highly educated
Incarcerated but reinstated and I know
Them faders really hate it
Rest in peace Malcom and King
TRU soldiers of the black folks
See while yall gone
I'm a be a mouthpiece for the ghetto
I feel like it's my duty
I be elected through spirit
One of the chosen few soldiers
From the infamous No Limit
Records, a cooliation of highly respected
Ghetto millionares and servents
Just some independant brothers
That deserve it
Now don't point your finger partner
Just pratice what you preach
Cause it really ain't my fault playa
So don't blame me

Don't blame me for the pain
The world has caused don't blame me for your
Own imperfectionate flaws
If every individual were to
Accept his own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change

Believe me if I had my wish I'd
Robbin every day nigga wake
Cause if you let the world tell em
My lyrics are the reason why
Lil niggas took the pains they can't take
Or the troubles he left behind
Why I gotta be the vision
I ain't even lookin at when your child
Choose music and he choose mine
But, if you was a better parent he
Wouldn't look up to my kind
And time life taught me
The last minutes of your life is like bail
You either make it or you don't
You either goin love me or you won't
But don't blame me when your child
Ain't got enough to eat
And nigga I appreciate if you
Goin buy my CD's
But yall ain't got a decent pair
Of shoes on his feet
The streets taught me you gotta accept your
Blame and don't blame it on others
I look at my mother and I watch her suffer
But we beat the bad times in uptown
And nobody gave a fuck, everybody came around
We made it on our own
And turned a fucked up life into a happy home

Don't blame me for the pain
The world has caused don't blame me for your
Own imperfectionate flaws
If every individual were to
Accept his own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change

Don't blame me because my skin
Tone's like God's own
The oldest skeleton was chose to
Be an Africans born
I'm from a strong race of people
Who can never be denied
Every tear we cry's like rain water
And so our sea dries
Ghetto flowers shades of ebony in full bloom
Women of color got sentenced
Blessings unto our womb
They'd rather see us doomed
Placin flowers on tombstones
But BeBe's kids multiply while yall tryin
To plum to save your own
Label me wrong because I spit the raw real
Yall feel all my verses
Even if I curse it's straight through em
Screw em, I takes my blame
You hypocrites make me sick
Tryin to sabotage my arches
Thoughts stay on some scandelous shit
Get a grip on the way you truely live
Entertainment can't raise your little kids
Run your households
You got to mold thier minds and tell
Them what to look out for
Gangsta rap won't be a cop out no more

Don't blame me for the pain
The world has caused don't blame me for your
Own imperfectionate flaws
If every individual were to
Accept his own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change

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