Verse 1:
We were so young
I thought we were in love
you say im not good enough
been together for a year now
your screaming at me so loud
tell me what i did wrong
i had so much love for you
(i'd do anything for you)
now what am i to do
Chorus:
why cant things be the way they were?
(in the beggining)
why didn't you make me hurt?
(in the beggining)
is this what i deserve?
(oh ohhh oh)
why can't you be the way you were?
(in the beggining)
Verse 2:
I have all these bumps and bruises
what do you think your proving
all this blood im losing
(how do i get through this)
please just tell me how
(tell me how)
Chorus:
why cant things be the way they were
(in the beggining)
why didnt you make me hurt
(in the beggining)
is this what i deserve
(oh ohh oh)
why cant you be the way you were
(in the beggining)
Verse 3:
im tired of the pain
tired of being restrained
im held back from the life i wanna live
i wanna better myself but you always give me hell
ill never amount to anything
(yeah)
now im through wit you
im done being abused
and its all thanks to you
Chorus:
why cant things be the way they were
(in the beggining)
why didnt you make me hurt
(in the beggining)
is this what i deserve
(oh ohh oh)
why cant you be the way you were
(in the beggining)
chorus x3
Sunday, May 10, 2009
In The Beggining by Tyana James
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 5:31 PM 0 comments
Thursday, April 30, 2009
MIssing you by Diddy Feat Faith Evans && 112
[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Every day I wake up
I hope I'm dreamin
I can't believe this shit
Can't believe you ain't here
Sometimes it's just hard for a n**** to wake up
It's hard to just keep goin
It's like I feel empty inside without you bein here
I would do anything man, to bring you back
I'd give all this shit, shit the whole knot
I saw your son today
He look just like you
You was the greatest
You'll always be the greatest
I miss you Big
Can't wait til that day, when I see your face again
I can't wait til that day, when I see your face again...Yeah... this right here (tell me why)
Goes out, to everyone, that has lost someone
That they truly loved (c'mon, check it out)
[Verse One: Puff Daddy]
Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
I laced the track, you locked the flow
So far from hangin on the block for dough
Notorious, they got to know that
Life ain't always what it seem to be (uh-uh)
Words can't express what you mean to me
Even though you're gone, we still a team
Through your family, I'll fulfill your dream (that's right)
In the future, can't wait to see
If you open up the gates for me
Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend (uh-huh)
Try to black it out, but it plays again
When it's real, feelings hard to conceal
Can't imagine all the pain I feel
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living your life, after death
[Chorus: Faith Evans]
Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
I'll be missing you
Thinkin of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I'll be missing you
[Puff] I miss you Big
[Verse Two: Puff Daddy]
It's kinda hard with you not around (yeah)
Know you in heaven smilin down (eheh)
Watchin us while we pray for you
Every day we pray for you
Til the day we meet again
In my heart is where I'll keep you friend
Memories give me the strength I need (uh-huh) to proceed
Strength I need to believe
My thoughts Big I just can't define (can't define)
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks
You and me taking flicks
Makin hits, stages they receive you on
I still can't believe you're gone (can't believe you're gone)
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living you're life, after death
[Chorus][Faith Evans]
Somebody tell me why
[Interlude: Faith Evans]On that morning
When this life is overI know
I'll see your face
[Outro: 112]
Every night I pray, every step I take
Every move I make, every single day
Every night I pray, every step I take
[Puff] Every day that passes
Every move I make, every single day
[Puff] Is a day that I get closer
[Puff] To seeing you again
Every night I pray, every step I take
[Puff] We miss you Big... and we won't stop
Every move I make, every single day
[Puff] Cause we can't stop... that's right
Every night I pray, every step I take
Every move I make, every single day
[Puff] We miss you Big
[music fades out]
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 7:31 AM 0 comments
Hope by Faith Evans Feat. Twista
(feat. Twista)
[Verse 1 (Twista)]
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks,
Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I
Wish my brother woulda made bail,
So I won't have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail, And I
Wish that my grandmother wasn't sick,
Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I (I wish)
Wish my homies wouldn't have to suffer,
When the streets get the upper hand on us and we lose a brother, And I
Wish I could go deep in a zone,
And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song,
And I (I wish)
Wish I could teach a soul to fly,
Take away the pain out cha hands and help you hold them hi, And I
Wish my hommie Butch was still alive
And on the day of his death we had never took that ride, And I (I wish)
Wish God could protect us from the wrong
So that all the solders that were sent over seas come home
We will never break, though they devastate,
we shall motivate, And we gotta pray, all we got is faith.
Instead of thinking about who gonna die to day,
The Lord is gonna help you feel better, so you ain't gotta cry today.
Sit at the light so long,
And then we gotta move straight forward, cuz we fight so strong,
So when right go wrong,
Just say a little prayer, get ya money man, life go on!!!
Let's HOPE!
[Chorus (Faith Evans)]
Cuz I'm hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today,
Take this music and use it
Let it take you away,
And be hopeful (hopeful) and he'll make a way
I know it ain't easy but that's okay.
Cause we hopeful
[Verse 2 (Twista)]
I wish that you could show some love,
Instead of hatin so much when you see some other people commin up (I wish)
I wish I could teach the world to sing,
Watch the music and have 'em trippin of the joy I bring, (shiit)
I wish that we could hold hands,
Listen instead of dissin lessons from a grown man,
And I (I wish)
Wish the families that lack, but got love, get some stacks
Brand new shack and a lack that's on dubs, And I
Wish we could keep achieving wonders,
See the vision of the world through the eyes of Stevie Wonder, (you feel me) (I wish)
And I hope all the kids eat,
And don't nobody in my family see six feet, (ya dig)
I hope them mothers stain' strong,
You can make it whether you wit him or your mans gone, And I (I wish)
Wish I could give every celly some commissary,
And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R. Kelly, And I
Wish that DOC could scream again
And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, (shit) (I wish)
Then one day they could speak again,
I wish that we only saw good news every time we look at CNN,
I wish that we could never get the blues,
Wish I could bring back the people that died, Eddy too
I wish that we could walk a path, stay doin the right thing
Hustle hard so the kids maintain up in the game,
Let's HOPE
[Chorus (Faith Evans)]
Cuz I'm hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today,
Take this music and use it
Let it take you away,
And be hopeful (hopeful) and he'll make a way
I know it ain't easy but that's okay.
Cause we hopeful
[Verse 3 (Twista)]
Wish the earth wasn't so apocalyptic,
I try to spread my message to the world the best way I can give it,
We can make it always so optimistic,
If you don't listen gotta live my life the best way I can live it,
I pray for justice when we go to court,
Wish it was all good so the country never even went to war
Why can't we kick it and just get em on,
And in the famous words of Mr. King "Why can't we all just get along",
Or we can find a better way to shop and please, And I
Hope we find a better way to cop a keys, And I
Wish everybody would just stop and freeze,
And ask way are we fulfillin these downfalls and prophecies,
You can be wrong if it's you doubting,
With the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains,
And only the heavenly father and ease the hurt,
Just let it go and keep prayin on your knees in church!!
And let's HOPE
[Chorus (Faith Evans) X2]
Cuz I'm hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today,
Take this music and use it
Let it take you away,
And be hopeful (hopeful) and he'll make a way
I know it ain't easy but that's okay.
Cause we hopeful
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 6:58 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
drivin me wild by Common feat. Lily Allen
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
No it's not a mystery, it's everything
She was the type to watch Oprah and the Today Show
Be on the treadmill, uh, like OK Go
Had a body, A body that you can't pay fo'
That mean she had some Ds on her but they wasn't fake though
Had a drive for a drive for Rodeo
She spent pesos on those Lebeaus
Spin class at the gym, strip tease on a pole
She was so obsessed with her body and clothes
To every party she goes, tryin hard to be chose
They say it's hard for a pimp but extra hard for these (hoes)
Readin Us and People Mag, tryna get the scoop
Chasin a actor for a Bentley Coupe
She been through the ball player from the Clippers, then came the pumps
All thinkin she number one where she was just a jumpoff
Doin all she can for a man and a baby
Drivin herself crazy like the astronaut lady
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
No it's not a mystery, it's everything
He had paper since we was in we was in high school
Pop was a doc, mom taught at my school
Lock with the rocks, in his ears he kept jewels
One of the Diddy types, da D-D-Dame Dash dudes
Pushed a Maserati Sport, readin the Robb Report
Wanted to be Mike but he was never live at sports
Since golf is in he was on the drivin course
To live the rap life is what he was strivin for
Spendin cash at the bar to get credit
Drinkin Chaundon just because Big said it
They say Ye is but dude was big headed
Rocked the fur in the summer so somebody'd pet it
He had a fetish for shoes that's athletic
Pathetic on his MySpace page half nekkid
It's a shame what they do for fame and to be respected
Joe, you coulda got it if you never woulda stressed it
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
No it's not a mystery, it's everything
They was one of them couples, people said they were the it
Unbreakable, like Bobby and Whit
Or Ryan and Reese, or Kimora and Russ
Relationships can be dead but look live to us
I guess we all been through it where we try too much
Losin yourself and you're lyin and stuff
Wishin for the diamond cuffs, in search of a ring
Where love is not a mystery it's everything
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now, that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
No it's not a mystery, it's everything
Gets me down
Gets me down Gets me down
Gets me down
Gets me down
Gets me
No it's not a mystery, it's everything
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 5:18 AM 0 comments
2 words by Kanye West feat. Mos Def &+ Freeway
We in the streets playa, getcha mail
It's only two places you'll end up - either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go
Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go...sill nowhere to go..
[Mos Def]
Two words, United States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black folks
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody MOVE
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ball, lock shit, dump off, cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody MOVE
Two words, BK , NY, bedstuy
Two hawks, too hungry, too many, that's why
These streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Every traffic, one lane, everybody MOVE
Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game point lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody MOVE
[Chorus: Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)]
[1] - Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas (Throw your hands up high)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (ohhhhhh)
Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)
[2] -
and keep ya hands up bustless, bustas (Till they reach the sky)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (ohhhhhh)
Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)
[Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)]
Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide
Cuz I, rep that, till I, fuckin die
One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats
One wall, twenty plaques, dudes say, "Gimme that"
I am limelight, Blueprint, 5 Mics
Go get his rhyme like, shoulda been signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated
Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, bootlegged it
Felt like it rained till the roof caved in
Two words, Chi town, raised me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screamin, Jesus save me
You know how the game be
I can't let em change me
Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon blame me
Look God, it's the same me
I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we could (Up) racially profile (High)
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down (ohhhhhh)
Plus I got a whole city to hold down (ohhhhhh)
From the bottom to the topSo only place to go down
[Chorus 2nd verse]
[Freeway]
Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R
Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through ya car
My God, two words, no guns, break arms
Break necks, break backs, Steven Segul
Free...young bars, fresh men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot Jay sent for his dogs
and broads, forget ya squad, let em find for yourself
Have you screamin out four words "Send for the Lord"
Two words, Freeway's slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad..
[Harlem Boys Choir (Mos Def)]
Throw... (red) Your... (white)
Hands... (blue) Up... (black)
Throw... (calm) Your... (down)
Hands... (move) Up... (back)
Throw... (motherfuckers) Your... (askin)
Hands... (who is) Up... (that)
Throw... (you know) Your... (it's the)
Hands... (almighty) Up... (Mighty Johnny Jack)
Throw... (Mos) Your... (Def)
Hands... (K) Up... (West)
Throw... (there go) Your... (people)
Hands... (get this) Up... (shit off ya chest)
Throw... (north) Your... (to the south)
Hands... (to the east) Up... (to the west)
Throw... (we got) Your... (that concert)
Hands... (it was no) Up... (contest)HIGH! (an show it to em like)
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 5:02 AM 0 comments
Friday, April 17, 2009
Love is Blind By Eve [imagery]
See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you
How would you feel if she held you down and raped you?
Tried and tried, but she never could escape you
She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why?
What kind of love from a n**** would black your eye?
What kind of love from a n**** every night make you cry?
What kind of love from a n**** make you wish he would die?
I mean s*** he bought you things and gave you diamond rings
But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings
And you stayed, what made you fall for him?
That n**** had the power to make you crawl for him
I thought you was a doctor be on call for him
Smacked you down cause he said you was too tall for him, huh?
That wasn't love, babygirl you was dreamin'
I could have killed you when you said your seed was growin' from his semen
[1] - Love is blind,
and it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find
[Repeat 1]
I don't even know you and I'd kill you myself
You played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf
Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself
She had a baby by your a** and you ain't giving no help
Uh-huh big time hustler, snake motherf*****
One's born everyday and everyday she was your sucker
How could you beat the mother of your kids?
How could you tell her that you love her?
Don't give a f*** if she lives
She told me she would leave you, I admit it she did
But came back, made up a lie about you missing your kids
Sweet kisses, baby ain't even know she was your mistress
Had to deal with fist fights and phone calls from your b******
Floss like you possess her, tellin' me to mind my business
Said that it was her life and stay the f*** out of it
I tried and said just for him I'll keep a ready clip
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
I don't even know you and I want you dead
Don't know the facts but I saw the blood pour from her head
See I laid down beside her in the hospital bed
And about two hours later, doctors said she was dead
Had the nerve to show up at her mother's house the next day
To come and pay your respects and help the family pray
Even knelt down on one knee and let a tear drop
And before you had a chance to get up
You heard my gun cock
Prayin' to me now, I ain't God but I'll pretend
I ain't start your life but n**** I'mma bring it to an end
And I did, clear shots and no regrets, never
Cops comin' lock me under the jail
N**** whatever my b****, f*** it my sister
You could never figure out even if I let you live
What our love was all about
I considered her my blood and it don't come no thicker
[Repeat 1]
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 5:10 AM 0 comments
S.E.X by Lyfe Jennings [imagery]
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 5:04 AM 0 comments
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
changes by 2pac lyrics
[1]
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is
[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]
[2]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is
[Bridge]
[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
[3]
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some punk that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh
[Bridge 'til fade:]
Some things will never change
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 2:44 PM 0 comments
Thursday, March 19, 2009
i can by Nas
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice
Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person
Got her strung on that
Heroin, cocaine, sniffin up drugs all in her nose...
Coulda died, so young, now looks ugly and old
No fun cause now when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath
Cause she smells of corrosion and death
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how,
Put your hands in the air, and take a vow
[Chorus - 2x (Nas and Kids)]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown looking girls who's only ten
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Be, be, 'fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
There was empires in Africa called Kush Timbuktu,
where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?
If the truth is told, the youth can grow
Then learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
Young Princess when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying "She's my queen"
[Chorus]
Save the music y'all,
save the music y'all
Save the music y'all,
save the music y'all
Save the music
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 6:52 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
repitition: my life by the game feat. lil wayne♥
And I`m grindin` till I`m tired They say you ain`t grindin` till you tired
So I`m grindin` with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you`ve done took so many of my people but
I`m just wonderin` why You haven`t taken my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing right? (x3)
[The Game]
The hazing has BEGUN
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..), I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' ""Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[Lil` Wayne]
And I`m grindin` till I`m tired They say you ain`t grindin` till you tired
So I`m grindin` with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you`ve done took so many of my people but I`m just wonderin` why
You haven`t taken my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing right? (x3)
[Verse 2]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned themS
o there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
(My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more drama now
Livin` the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds.
(Gunshots)
[Lil` Wayne]
And I`m grindin` till I`m tired They say you ain`t grindin` till you tired
So I`m grindin` with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you`ve done took so many of my people but
I`m just wonderin` why You haven`t taken my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing right? (x3)
[Verse 3]
(My Life x3)
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin` at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton�. Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full; the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back
[Lil` Wayne]
And I`m grindin` till I`m tired They say you ain`t grindin` till you tired
So I`m grindin` with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you`ve done took so many of my people but
I`m just wonderin` why You haven`t taken my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing right? (x3)
(My Life x 3)
(My Life x 3)
(My Life x 3)
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Waterfalls Analysis
The song waterfalls by TLC talks about the lives of 2 people. One is about a mother who's son is always getting into trouble and he sells drugs then just like his mother thought he gets killed. The other person is a guy who's dating a nymphomaniac and ends up dieing of AIDs. There are many metaphores in this song but the most important one is "dont go chasing waterfalls" which mean don't follow something that can lead you to something that can put you in danger.
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waterfalls by TLC
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at her son that she just cant touch
If at any time hes in a jam
Shell be by his side
But he doesnt realize he hurts her so much
But all the praying just aint helpin
At all cause he cant seem to keep
His self out of trouble
So he goes out and he makes his money
The best way he knows how
Another body laying cold in the gutter
Listen to me
Chorus
Dont go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that
Youre used to
I know that youre gonna have it your way
Or nothing at all
But I think you re moving too fast
Little precious has a natural obsession
For temptation but he just cant see
She gives him loving that his body cant handle
But all he can say is baby is good to me
One day he goes and takes a glimpse
In the mirror
But he doesnt recognize his own face
His health is fading and he doesnt know why
3 letters took him to his final resting place
Yall dont hear me
Chorus
I seen a rainbow yesterday
But too many storms have come and gone
Leavin a trace of not one God given ray
You say because my life is ten shades of grey
I prey all ten fade away
Seldom praise him for the sunny days
And like his promise is true
Only my faith can undo
The many chances I blew
To bring my life to a new
Clear blue and unconditional skies
Have dried the tears from my eyes
No more lonely cries
My only bleedin hope
Is for the folk who cant cope
Wit such an endurin pain
That it keeps em in the puourin rain
Whos to blame
For tootin caine in your own vein
What a shame
You shoot and aim for someone elses brain
You claim the insane
And name this day and time
For fallin prey to crime
I say the system got you victim to your own mind
Dreams are hopeless aspirations
In hopes of comin true
Believe in yourself
The rest is up to me and you
Chorus
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analysis of leaving the past by Immortal technique
The song Leaving the past by immortal technique is basically talking about problems in the world. He talks about things about racism, politics, immigration & war. There are many similes such as when immortal technique says "I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic" which means that many people today are lying about what we are going through and he cant take it. Another simile is when he says "Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back" he is referring to slavery and how they were treated."Shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack" immortal technique means that alot of people have drug problems and it sometimes travels to their children. Immortal technique uses another simile "life is a gamble like the crabstables at Vegas" this means that you can loose your life so easily and you take too many chances with it.
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
leaving the past by immortal technique
[Verse 1]
They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it
Reality is nurishment, but people don't believe it
I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic
its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it
But this is for the paralygics, people dreamin' of runnin'
ladies married to men who don't please 'em, dreamin' of comin'
urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin'
Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would
to talk **** in person, cause they stuck in a shell
and couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell
Hell is not a place you go, if you not a Christian
it's the failure of your life's greatest ambition
It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion
I don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrong
Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms
I'm just like a desperate ************ strapped to a bomb
Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity ****
by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong
Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song
I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts
Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back
and shake your body like a baby born addicted to *****
And since life is a gamble like the craps tables at Vegas
I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages
[Verse 2]
I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be
as if our peoples history started with slavery
Painfully I discovered the **** they kept us secret
this is the exodus like the black Jews out of Egypt
I keep it reality based wit the music I make
brought the truth to your face with the style I run wit
like the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred
I'm like the Africans who came here before Colombus
and from the 15hundreds until after the model
I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow
You see the Spaniards never left despues de Colon
and if you don't believe me, you can click on Univision
I never seen so much racism in all of my life
every program and newscast, all of them white
It's like Apartheid with 10 percent ruling the rest
that type of stress 'll make me put the fucking tool to your chest
Step in my way *****, I wouldn't wanna be ya
I burn slow like (a) ******* drunk with gonorrhea
I'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag
while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag
Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:
capitalism en democracy are not synonymous
You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill
sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill
But that will never be me, cause I am leavin' the past
like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ***
Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash
unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash
I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return
I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn
and I refuse to be concerned with condescending advice
cause I am the only ************ that could change my life
[Ending]
Some people think I won't make it
but I know that I will
Escape the emptiness
cause that **** is slow and it kills
the flow and the skill
I made y'all believe that it last
You can make the future
but it starts with LEAVING THE PAST
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
lyrics
[Verse 1]
I once knew a ***** whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to **** movie stars and sniff **** in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
***** never had a father and his mom was a feens
he put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling **** in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objectsbut he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and ***** like this have never been equal
I don’t project my insecurity’s at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with ***** and ********
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potential
the product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell ****
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling ***** and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you probably only did a month for minor offences
ask a ***** doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
but that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell ****
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing ******, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little ****, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack ****
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to *******
for filling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block ****** treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, ****** showed him no love
they told him any ************* coward can sell drugs
any ***** ***** with a gun, can bust slugs
any ***** with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the ************ up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a ***** to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore ***** is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking ******, drinking and joking for entertainment
until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the **** up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the *****, until he broken her jaw
the dirty ******** knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them ****** pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn backI'm falling and I can't turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringing stutter
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
his corruption had successfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
in fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cipher listening to little thugs flow
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 10:19 AM 0 comments
analysis
The song “Dancing with the Devil” by Immortal Technique shows the outlook people in the ghetto have on life. It shows how people think that selling drugs or killing and raping people will make them have power and it will improve their ego. Felipe Coronel, a.k.a, Immortal Technique grew up on the rough streets of Harlem, NY. He went from being arrested multiple times to doing underground rapping. Most of his songs were about political issues, poverty, religion, & racism. The song “Dancing with the Devil” exemplifies the theme of poverty and violence in hip hop because Immortal Technique talks about the difficult life of the main subject, Billy Jacobs, and how he grew up to be in gangs and hurt people just to make his life seem better to him.In the song, Immortal technique tells the life story of a kid named Billy Jacobs who lives in the ghetto. Growing up his mother was a crack addict and he became a drug dealer at the young age of 13. As his mom became sober he became a cold person he acted as if he had no soul. He stayed in the drug business because he thought it would lead him down the road of fortune and fame. His only goal in life was to move up to selling cocaine and fulfilling the “Scarface fantasy”. He has been arrested many times and he thinks for him that it makes him look hard and that you shouldn’t mess with him but in reality it just makes him look like a coward because he ratted out other people to get out of jail faster. He really wants to join this gang but they refuse to let him because they feel he isn’t real and he has too much of a heart to kill someone. The people in the gang said that in order for Billy to join their gang he had to rape a girl and kill her. One day Billy and two members of the gang he wishes to join were sitting out on the block and an old woman walks by them. They tell him that if he raped the woman he would be guaranteed a spot in their “crew”. They all followed the woman until their was no one around, they began to attack her and they took her up to a roof of an abandoned building. They proceeded to rape her and break her ribs and jaw until she stopped moving after they were finished one of the guys handed Billy a gun and told him that she was a witness and they would get in trouble if he didn’t kill her. So thinking that she was practically dead anyways Billy took the shirt from over the woman’s face and he was looking into the eyes of his mother. He began too cry out to god but only the devil responded, he was sick of his life after what he has done so he jumped off the building and the gang members killed his mother after he jumped.
The most used poetic device in “Dancing with the Devil” is imagery. Immortal Technique states in stanza 3, he talks about the things Billy Jacobs thought he had to do to earn respect from the gang he wanted to join. For example on lines 1 and 2 it says “so Billy started robbing ******, anything he could do to get the respect back, in the eyes of his crew”. This is also an example of rhyme. The last stanza is an example of satire. Immortal Technique say
“they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go in fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cipher listening to little thugs flow he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever”
This teaches young listeners not to do bad things like get involved with gangs and sell drugs. This also gives listeners a sense of imagery. In this song there are uses of figurative language also. In the last stanza, line 25 it says “There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot” he doesn’t literally mean we are burning he uses that line to say that with the ways society is going all of us are considered to be evil in some way. On line 22 the artist says “the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked” he doesn’t mean that the devil is growing inside them he means that evil is taking over many people today. Another use of figurative language is in stanza 1, line 7 it says “she put the pipe down and for every year she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder” his heart doesn’t really get colder, this means that he loses respect for his own mother and acts like he has no soul. There is use of repetition in the song also, Immortal technique repeats the lines “dancing with the devil” and “There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot.”
In conclusion, the song “Dancing with the Devil” by Immortal Technique fits the theme of poverty and violence in hip hop. It fits this theme because of the subjects the artist talks about like gang violence, drug dealing, and violence in the ghetto. The song also talks a lot about religion and evil in the world.
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Thursday, February 5, 2009
Runaway Love by Ludacris analysis
Posted by Tyana J [Poverty & Violence in Hip Hop] at 2:47 PM 0 comments
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Runaway Love by Ludacris feat. Mary J. Blige
"Runaway Love"(feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little Lisa is only 9 years old
She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and ain't never met her family
Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missing and nobody will listen
Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen
Bringing home men at different hours of the night
Starting with some laughs -- usually ending in a fight
Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out
Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]
[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little Nicole is only 10 years old
She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she making up excuses
Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is little Stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight 'til the end
Until one day little Stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]
[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little Erica is eleven years old
She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops pills to get rid of all the pain
Plus she's having sex with a boy who's sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection he's using no glove
Never thinking 'bout the consequences of her actions
Living for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid
Knowing her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say she's about to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love
Don't keep on runnin'Runnin' [4x]
Don't keep on running [x]
I know how you feel,
I've been thereI was runnin' away too
I will run away with you [2x]
Runaway Runaway Love
Don't keep running away
I'll run away with you, if you want me too
[Outro - Ludacris:]
Yea, I can only image what you're going through ladies,
Sometimes I feel like running away myself,
So do me a favor right now and close your eyes,
And picture us running away together,when we come back everything is gonna be okay,
Open your eyes.......
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