What We Know...Verbz N ADR
!Verbz!
ComPton Stand up
I grew up~holdin a glock no choice but to spit~’or end up deceased like the revolutionist (hit)…
In a neighborhood known as COMPTON nothin special about my feces..just seen as typical shit…
Got tired of THE MAN undermindin’ me~ slowly and surely destroyin my integrity…
So once I got the work and a glock..guided by my sinister peers it was hell to be’…
These newchannels talk about helping Iraq but theres still poverity in the U.S.
He knows the rest~go to prison see the innocent men ~Bush’ still wont CON-FEST’…
Trapped by the system~ it wasn’t my fault It was the only way right?….no wrong…
I had many talents~ jus was feelin 2 sorry for myself till I picked up da pen and wrote my first song…
But mc’s told me I cud’nt make it lookin at papers with dialated pupilz~ was told to elevate…
But now I will hold back nothin anymore shits let loose I see no reason to constipate…
So try to steer away from peer pressure …good people is what the World is lackin of…
First we pick on other countries ~ now programs steal money for food donated to residents of Africa…
ADR
"M.i.a.i.m.I"
From the block were dices are rolled-ya rights are revoked..
education is low-but kids no the pricesses of coke..
they take ya cries as a jok-but get left with sunny days..
honest answers have no outlet like were trapped in a maze..
ol school heads paved ways-crooked cops and palm beaches..
kids with wrong teachins-parents given nuttin but long speeches..
streets seekin-ways to plot,while you post up on ya favorite block..
home of the tourist,cokes the pourist,no love hate is all we were tought..
club scenes are popin,receiving hurricanes non stop-n..
county jail,u'll turn pail,when u see bars and the pads locked in..
im from M.I.A.M.I,WHERE MONEY IS A MAJOR ISSUE..
weeds essential,nothings condfidential,and 5-0 aint the only one blazing pistols
werd!
