Road Man

MyThoughts · (#1 (**permalink**))

Living life as a road man,

Its cold man, the story is untold man

You may hold grand’s

But you age before your birth certificate says you’re an old man

But this is how we roll man

It takes its toll man

I’ve lost my soul damn, to the road, man

Take a trip with me; let me show you how I’m living

The misgivings, how the streets is unforgiving

You trip up; end up with getting your face cut

Baseball bats and gats, black kids holding straps

Never wanting to live like that

But chasing the quick buck

Rolling in flash cars after girls to pick up

Hooking up, real quick with chicks impressed by the whips

Not internships, hardships, UNI with part-time work shifts

Taking overseas trips, shopping sprees gift

Catch my not working in Tesco’s or Mickey D’s drift

But through all that still hard up guess it's hard luck

Got to have your guard up, watch your back or you will get scarred up

Star struck, big man with street rep in and out of jail

Court dates, run ins with police, tears and betrayal

But all hail some backward notion of getting respect

While parents work their ass off for a small pay check

Dabbling in cheques from overseas while mums a full-time cleaner

Everyday I get leaner caught up in yet another misdemeanour

Love to glorify the hustle but this life is a struggle

Escaping getting caught the madness of the hustle and bustle

Throw in a little muscle always on the edge

Looking for someone to beat up the discretion always alleged

The street pledge exercising my right to remain silent

My days: selling to clients. My Nights: violent

No compliance to the law but still got respect for elders

Two baby infants, two different women, me: a seller

End up a prison dweller so how am I meant to school my kids

My bid make as many quid’s till someone closed my eyelids

God forbid I die now thinking what was it all worth

At birth came out crying still scared of living on earth

So chasing death, lose my breath and causing hurt my work

Still kneeling before the alter Sunday morning praying in church

My mind going berserk but I’m expected to be sinister

But nothing prepared me for the day I'd be rejected by the minister

People like me are not welcome, man this life is insane

What is rife in this game is the strife, death and pain

All I hear is silence when I ask for some guidance

So my heart turns cold and now I’ve become a tyrant

Can’t anyone see I’m hurting? I never chose to lead this life

I sold my soul to the road man, everybody has their price

The streets is my shepherd and I am left wanting

It makes me lie down in dirty pastures hunting

I’m like a lion in this habitat that is always on the prowl

Like a vulture eating of the carcasses, my environment is foul

Someone lead me unto the path of righteousness I’m on this type of quest

I’m a street role model to so many who else can right this mess

Ignore the desperation, listen, hear the streets crying to the nation strident

And all we get is the division of the police force – Operation Trident

Why then is nothing happening? The death toll a cry, a wave for help

Stuck in a vicious cycle where you try and save yourself.

Recruiting young soldiers trying to protect ourown as our community implodes

Like the country goes to war in name of the flag we do it for our post code

There is a cynical sense to the madness we're not wanted by the system

And there is more than meets the eye where black boys are the victim

Everytime I try to leave the road, man, I get dragged straight back

Just boxed in, my environment has set me up in this trap

When you feel you have no choices, got to make the best of whatyou got.

So elevated myself on the road map, see ambitions to the top

Can't say I haven't worked hard or hard work or maybe I'm just hard

Discard it when I get told I'm guilty I don't hold that in regard

My environment grew me I am the end result of conditions

So now you put blame on me nowafter being spoon fed this position

Now ifanother gang is rolling 10 deep armed and opposing you

Tell me what the **** am I supposed to do?

noetus · (#2 (**permalink**))

That was very sick blud.