Q-Unique - The Set Up lyrics
[Q-Unique - The Set Up lyrics]
That's It, that's it yo this is Uncle Howie
And this song is very dear to my heart
My world was a broken scene and a broken home
Broken dreams, and an open throne
My world my mother doing her
Best at avoiding doom
Me and my brother sleep on a
Cot in the boiler room
My world was a lineup for
Welfare getting food stamps
And moms working at shit jobs
To feed her two champs
My world was my cousin leaving
The earth in a Hearse
And my pops reappearing only
To make matters worse
My world was watching dad beating up on mama
Brining his girlfriend to the
House increase the drama
My world was divided once mom broke out
Took Jay with her and left me
A mind full of doubt
My world was discovering the
Bullshit sittin broke
With dad smoking and sniffing
Coke with different folks
My world was stealing from grandma
For dads bad habit's
And my cousin John died a heroine addict
My world was a beat down for bad answers
And I plotted dads murder
God knows I had chances
My world was a stepmother three
Years older then me god was at the door
The Devil was holding the key
We all got a story to tell and here's mine
Told ma the rhyme
She was on the phone tears crying
Can't imagine why I'm against incredible odds
Wrote a complaint letter and sent it to god
I never asked to be born
But I've asked to die
Never asked for this shit, so I'm asking why?
What's the purpose of life if
You can never prevail?
Tell me what should I expect when
I was set up to fail?
My world became a planet in the dark sky
Blood opening the scenes of
A shark's dark eye
Bad spirit's is following the sun
I've got voices in my head
Saying "son you better run"
Nine different schools and
Nine different apartments
Made my mind dark but I'm a shine regardless
And that's when the thought
Of dealing crack came
I rhymed just to rhyme as a
Fan in the rap game my gun in the innocent
Face that approached us
Now the cops surround the
Cafeteria like roaches
They found the 45 and the banana clip
But the bundle of crack was
Hidden under Anna's tit
Written letters to the judge
Mothers talk would work
A slap on the wrist and now
I'm free to walk the earth
But she soon tired and thought
That I was hopeless
So I had to sleep on D's couch
I was homeless upon a rock in a hard place
Gotta drill through
With a stepdad saying spick
I'm gonna kill you
I don't understand why God
Puts us through pain
Cast me in a storm and left
Me standing in the rain
And this song is very dear to my heart
My world was a broken scene and a broken home
Broken dreams, and an open throne
My world my mother doing her
Best at avoiding doom
Me and my brother sleep on a
Cot in the boiler room
My world was a lineup for
Welfare getting food stamps
And moms working at shit jobs
To feed her two champs
My world was my cousin leaving
The earth in a Hearse
And my pops reappearing only
To make matters worse
My world was watching dad beating up on mama
Brining his girlfriend to the
House increase the drama
My world was divided once mom broke out
Took Jay with her and left me
A mind full of doubt
My world was discovering the
Bullshit sittin broke
With dad smoking and sniffing
Coke with different folks
My world was stealing from grandma
For dads bad habit's
And my cousin John died a heroine addict
My world was a beat down for bad answers
And I plotted dads murder
God knows I had chances
My world was a stepmother three
Years older then me god was at the door
The Devil was holding the key
We all got a story to tell and here's mine
Told ma the rhyme
She was on the phone tears crying
Can't imagine why I'm against incredible odds
Wrote a complaint letter and sent it to god
I never asked to be born
But I've asked to die
Never asked for this shit, so I'm asking why?
What's the purpose of life if
You can never prevail?
Tell me what should I expect when
I was set up to fail?
My world became a planet in the dark sky
Blood opening the scenes of
A shark's dark eye
Bad spirit's is following the sun
I've got voices in my head
Saying "son you better run"
Nine different schools and
Nine different apartments
Made my mind dark but I'm a shine regardless
And that's when the thought
Of dealing crack came
I rhymed just to rhyme as a
Fan in the rap game my gun in the innocent
Face that approached us
Now the cops surround the
Cafeteria like roaches
They found the 45 and the banana clip
But the bundle of crack was
Hidden under Anna's tit
Written letters to the judge
Mothers talk would work
A slap on the wrist and now
I'm free to walk the earth
But she soon tired and thought
That I was hopeless
So I had to sleep on D's couch
I was homeless upon a rock in a hard place
Gotta drill through
With a stepdad saying spick
I'm gonna kill you
I don't understand why God
Puts us through pain
Cast me in a storm and left
Me standing in the rain