Yep i finally got this track done that Ive been hard at work on...
its a slow type song and im very proud of it,,,,
i got my homie sonny from the dirty south on it....
go to my myspace at http://www.myspace.com/sticcycickstudios313
feedback is very appriciated yall
heres the lyrics
now paradise is to far away, the past has shakin up, and future i set today, the future is clear , but i think im stuck here, lets imagine if it was all a good, and everything was cheers,
lets open new doors, flip the past a bird, open yo mind, forget what you heard, but just one occasion, im talkin bout forever, what if its was all good, and we could all live together
now its not long ago, i thoughts of homaside, i opened my eyes, just to find out who am i, forget about yo opinion, its mine that really matters, you aint doin nuttin, scater with the others, forget about a gang,
lets wear da same colers, in Gods eyes homie, we all are brothas, look i know i aint a preacher, i know i aint saint, but ive found myself and i have changed, forget about the fame, i own this game, we cleanin it up,
cuzz its gotta a big stain, i keep it real, dont want a record deal, i rep for the trailer parks, and cars with no windsheilds, we all need a take a look, at our on reflections, lets clean it up, so the future aint aint infectshus
no racist no sexsist, from new york to texas, get ever rap hero, on a track to wreak this,
why they blame others, but neva look at they self, goverment corruption, makin lives livin hells, its like a silent war, takin place all around us, learn from mistakes, and everthing you encounter, america we to shelterd,
at only times do we feel it, no way to make money, some people end up sellin, this the final battle, croked cop and a good felon, they make him use fist, and let cops pop pelets, its a bad world, yes this i know,
fussin at teacher, make his head explode, ill neva forget that day, that dude in my face, i out smarted that coach, i dont play those games, the next time you try to step, make it effectful, hit me dog
ill have plasterd in the record booth, i think i know where you headed to, but ill let ya find out ya self, just grab that bible homie, its right there ya shelf,