Rottin Razkals - Life Of A Bastard Lyrics
[fam]Every day I say Im stressed outBut I wont pull my hair outOr wear out my selfIts very, very bad for my healthGet it together, brotha famBrotha man, cause I canTake a toll on, you understandWe are the world, we make up all the surroundingsIm roundinHoldin my port down underground inThis hell holeYou never know which way to goGet caught up in the gameOr even trapped behind the doPo po, I saw one clip todayIt was slow, cold gz was around the wayI had to go, hibernate, create a different mind stateAnd wait till it was my turn get the first breakChorus-x2Life of a bastard, it no easyJa rasta know it no easy[chap]I got locked up, the end of last summer, put me on probationI had to hustle, cause I was under nuff frustrationI had no cash, wasnt goin out diggin in trashSo I got some weed, bagged it up, called my staffI broke the rule, hold it, sold in the schoolAnd if in form, word is bond, I use my toolFrom ill town, so its natural Im being real sickBig up to [name], gun salute off mi loose lipHow could I be positiveWhen all I grew around was negativeThe dirty lights of four, is what I liveA certain point in my life I never knew where to turnMy concern was more ganja must get burnedA young lad, never had the dad to play, I went astrayRunnin from the cops duckin stray shots around my wayChorus-x2[diesel]You playin chicken rhymesYou kickin on a dead head-on collisionSyllables slicin your styles like surgical incisionsEnvision somehow, someway you be better than meYou couldnt ***** around, you nut, Im a ecstasyForgotten just as fast as you came with no nameRottin aint the same, servin more niggaz than caineMy brainll slain careers of future mcs, wannabesRappin like gz, I make your *****in heart freezeStr8 out the land of the illSwear to jersey, I killAnyone duplicatin my skills for realThats on the high, tell you no lieMy mentals too aggresive for your ways to defyEvery day Im gettin lifted, sobriety winI got swingin serpentine in a fedral penOoh, let me cool down before I overheatRepresentin double I from the ill town streets[treach]Life of a black bastard, boy from a babyRobbed of a father figure cause daddy was crazy shadyMy mama had to be hurt, but she aint showinShe was raisin two little boysAnd aint want neither to know, or to blow itNow the loner hates the night aromaLeanin more towards the youth house and less towards a diplomaA street roamer, damn near knockin niggaz in comasNo daddy to reach, so the streets teach from the cornersA goner, now the feds, so the family splitsSellin out on rally park soon after the star taff was hitI went past the point, they found me, had a bountySo the life of a bastard starts a new life from the county
