Open Mic: Street Life - FT Chain

Rameez...

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I'm walkin on the street and looking under ma feat
A blood on the concrete… fresh from the slice of meat
But it can be more extreme when there’s a war scheme
Where 1 screams as blasted ammunition burnin the blood stream
These tragedies are repeated, when political issues rises
ppl are left with poverty and the disease increases
And we see ppl suffering in they’re broken houses
So as the body dies then the hungry mouse lives (eating bodies)
And I ain’t talking abt ghetto or suburb area
I’m talking abt country where it’s easy to get malaria
Where roads are dusty and ppl walkin thirsty coz water’s dirty
Also Plants becomes rusty and everything jus don’t look pretty
And I’m walkin through ghettos where bums makin a problem
Coz all they do is find rich ppls and Robe them
N ppl with wealth jus party a lot and have alcoholic breath
So when they are driving they’re life is always close to death
Looking all over the globe its jus filled with infected bodies
Coz every1 got so much hate they can kill to make a blood sea
Even if we make a poor life rich
It’s like we jus cure another bitch
And I seen dumb MC, jus repeating same shit about streets
Like gun fights n police, boyfriend or girl friend cheats
Coming for a person who got tattoos n looks like freak
and a lady who jus earning to show of her looks n physique
I’m lookin at a road that is never straight but turns
And where ever it leads to u’ll always hate n burn

{words from Chain}

The epitome of watch and learn, always was the quiet one

A sponge of street knowledge that was trained to acquire funds

A lion’s son, lost in a labyrinth

Flossing while sharing his…oxygen with viper lungs

Parentless addicts that were careless made the riots fun

Rebellious till the end,

Friends with the fellas in the pens that will fire guns

I only tried it once

I aimed it at the sky, playing with that 9

Claiming I was wise, but now I’m driving drunk

I liked to wreak havoc, my nigga had a weed habbit

Couldn’t see past it  and I supplied the blunts

Had a nice little plant, had a nice little plan

So I became the man, all them heads used to buy it from

But wells run dry and ummm…

I emptied out some thee bags, and sold it like lah to cunts

Party till the light comes and wake up when the moon’s lit

At the pub pointing at its craters with my pool stick

Counting ‘em in deep thought, my cranium is wounded

My sanity is hurt by this mania of goon shit

Lost too many friendships, regardless of the outcome

I’m partying without them ‘cause arguments will sound dumb

I’m severing them ties, I’m not bothering to smile once

Targeting the foul ones, I offer them the cow dung

The epitome of watch and learn, always was the quiet one

A sponge of street knowledge that was trained to acquire funds

A lion’s son, lost in a labyrinth

Counting ‘em in deep thought, my cranium is wounded

My sanity is hurt by this mania of goon shit