Supastition, One Be Lo - Life Line lyrics
[Supastition, One Be Lo - Life Line lyrics]
It goes down whether daylight or nighttime
The city say they gon' crack
Down and fight crime
I guess they must've overlooked
The hoods like mine
Cause we still waiting on a life line
"You wonder why I hustle? My life's
On the line" - Young Buck
I was born in them
Backroads where black folks
Had hopes of coming up
Slamming them Cadillac doors
Half of us know stacking dough isn't natural
They acting if so brothers wasn't
Strapped for cash flow
We remain in pursuit of the
Loot and crazy honor
But why save for a future
That seems way beyond us?
We can't move up, we full of excuses
The only thing we have two of
Are children and baby mommas
Sneakers, speakers
Two hands for rolling reefer
Coping with life lows
They blaze their weed up
Feeling like we stuck
We fucked in the long run
Feeling like we got our own guns
To come up on funds
That's why our minds stay focused
On the grind date fuck nickel and dimes
They want Andre's entree
Kanye's promised state
All they get is blind faith
Only thing that's rising in crime
Is the crime rate
It's kind of like shoot 'em up, bang, bang
Wild west mentality humanity's downfall
You can't blame the gravity
Blame it on the cowboy, it's OK corral to me
Quickdraw'd his enemies
So wood paint the masterpiece
Thanks to Indians giving who
Never had a feast
Doc holidays, crime rates break the family
We as starving artists still
Maintain a calorie
Cause once you go commercial
They name brand your cattle meat
Go behind your back
Ten paces and draw rapidly
Smoke tumbleweeds and Mary Jane calamity
Deadwood dicks and women who Butch Cassidy
Homosexuality, AIDS plague the cavalry
Democracy, that's the code of the west
We in the land of the free sex
Home of the stress
Buffalo Bills in mailboxes, pony express
They rip you up and put a
Big tombstone at your rest
Now where we stay
Each day's is like a scene from a screen play
That multiply daily in the most obscene way
Felonious fellas step out the Beam
With a clean slate
To find out the aspiration
And dreams seem great
Your next door neighbor's the
Regular dope fiend's place
And the ones above you have
Trouble speaking Eng lace
There's no ribbon in the sky
No gift and no prize
Just more loaded guns than a marine base
It's sickens some men like influenza
So they feel like the whole
World is pitted against 'em
Cause they live in the
Trenches with unlimited tension
Having Phantom dreams while driving
That Civic or Sentra
The only interesting way to go
Is to peddle coke
For Federal notes they cock metal
And let it blow bullets will make you spin
Like fifty-seven Chevy spokes
It's do or die here, like it, date it
The levy's broke
When somebody keep telling you
You cannot advance
You want somebody's hand to
Extend the olive branch
Pick you up from the bottom
And still give you knowledge
So you could see the same
College as Rashad McCants
Maybe then your future wouldn't
Be grim looking make it the same as those
White collar pen pushers
Instead of us being pulled by the arm
We gotta take the bull by the horns
And rise up!
The city say they gon' crack
Down and fight crime
I guess they must've overlooked
The hoods like mine
Cause we still waiting on a life line
"You wonder why I hustle? My life's
On the line" - Young Buck
I was born in them
Backroads where black folks
Had hopes of coming up
Slamming them Cadillac doors
Half of us know stacking dough isn't natural
They acting if so brothers wasn't
Strapped for cash flow
We remain in pursuit of the
Loot and crazy honor
But why save for a future
That seems way beyond us?
We can't move up, we full of excuses
The only thing we have two of
Are children and baby mommas
Sneakers, speakers
Two hands for rolling reefer
Coping with life lows
They blaze their weed up
Feeling like we stuck
We fucked in the long run
Feeling like we got our own guns
To come up on funds
That's why our minds stay focused
On the grind date fuck nickel and dimes
They want Andre's entree
Kanye's promised state
All they get is blind faith
Only thing that's rising in crime
Is the crime rate
It's kind of like shoot 'em up, bang, bang
Wild west mentality humanity's downfall
You can't blame the gravity
Blame it on the cowboy, it's OK corral to me
Quickdraw'd his enemies
So wood paint the masterpiece
Thanks to Indians giving who
Never had a feast
Doc holidays, crime rates break the family
We as starving artists still
Maintain a calorie
Cause once you go commercial
They name brand your cattle meat
Go behind your back
Ten paces and draw rapidly
Smoke tumbleweeds and Mary Jane calamity
Deadwood dicks and women who Butch Cassidy
Homosexuality, AIDS plague the cavalry
Democracy, that's the code of the west
We in the land of the free sex
Home of the stress
Buffalo Bills in mailboxes, pony express
They rip you up and put a
Big tombstone at your rest
Now where we stay
Each day's is like a scene from a screen play
That multiply daily in the most obscene way
Felonious fellas step out the Beam
With a clean slate
To find out the aspiration
And dreams seem great
Your next door neighbor's the
Regular dope fiend's place
And the ones above you have
Trouble speaking Eng lace
There's no ribbon in the sky
No gift and no prize
Just more loaded guns than a marine base
It's sickens some men like influenza
So they feel like the whole
World is pitted against 'em
Cause they live in the
Trenches with unlimited tension
Having Phantom dreams while driving
That Civic or Sentra
The only interesting way to go
Is to peddle coke
For Federal notes they cock metal
And let it blow bullets will make you spin
Like fifty-seven Chevy spokes
It's do or die here, like it, date it
The levy's broke
When somebody keep telling you
You cannot advance
You want somebody's hand to
Extend the olive branch
Pick you up from the bottom
And still give you knowledge
So you could see the same
College as Rashad McCants
Maybe then your future wouldn't
Be grim looking make it the same as those
White collar pen pushers
Instead of us being pulled by the arm
We gotta take the bull by the horns
And rise up!