Brownsville Girl - Saigon

Brownsville Girl - Saigon

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The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 2 Bread and Circuses
Год
2012
Язык
`Inglês`
Длительность
158140

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Letra da música " Brownsville Girl "

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Brownsville Girl

Saigon

Don I am in the ghetto, we know the horror of the guns

Where we are the scars of violence

Son, turn in your gun

Think my shit is too real for them

A young girl’s killed by a stray bullet in Chicago

Same thing in Jamaica, Queens, right in front of McDonalds

The ghetto’s on fire, the pyro’s nothing but sorrow

That’s burning inside the soul of the future kids of tomorrow

We used to use hip hop to teach us the way

For some reason these fucking artists don’t reach us today

My little cousin got popped, he was slipping, he wasn’t toting

Plus was sipping too much of that vodka Puffy promoting

My mother died, niggas was sending me yak

But it was ironic, that shit was called Hennessy Black

Sipping that, make a nigga wanna pick up a MAC

And stick up a spot, when I should wanna rip up a track

Say fuck that, get on the jack

Say we gotta bring our community back

Bring the concept of having black unity back

To come with this shit to get rid of that buffoonery rap

That soon to be looked at as lunacy, cartoonery crap

The sooner we maneuver that, the sooner we could react

Fact, it’s triple g’s now who running with me

And I’ma rep it til the peckerwoods come and get me

A young girl joins a gang out in Brownsville, Brooklyn

That’s down where they got them coke pounds still cooking

The prostitutes lurking, they still out here hooking

The bookings still filling niggas that’s black and brown looking

This little girl one night they gave her a burner, right

Told her she wanna be down she gotta earn her stripes

A adolescent that lacked the lesson to learn in life

She shoots a kid in the back, pow, turned his lights, out

That was the 7th shooting in less than a week

The reason I feel is what I should address to this beat

Check it and see, funerals consecutively

It’s the god, and by the power invested in me

I’m telling niggas to chill, and go easy on the gun play

Besides, you gonna have to learn how to fight someday

Develop a warrior spirit, let your fist talk more than your lyrics

And you’ll get no inteference

Check, it’s real wack, that blacks only kill blacks

I know that sound off the wall but it’s real fact

I shot about 8 people and they all black

I’m a dumb motherfucker’s what I call that

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