Gossip (Bullshit Walks)
• Written by AKTheory
AKTheory's Notes
A song from the point of view of a crack dealer in the 1980's, but this applies to any criminal who thinks they're hard.
I hear the people talk (I hear em talk)
Yes sir and when you walk (Bullshit walks)
Your kind is hard to find (I can't find em)
Darling, I'm glad you're mine (I'm right behind em)
Who's who? I can't even tell anymore
if I fall, would you close the door to hell, my cell to rot
in a real block cause somebody sell rocks
in order to feed their family, get some new shell tops
so to, kill these niggas mercifully, I will not
fail, ox, tucked inside my jacket, I'm a mailbox
posted on the corner but I'm bout to go postal
grimy vocals like it's bad mixing, for the vixens
the thieves and the pimps and the dealers and killers
everybody bounce to this, it's the ballad of a villain
he's a smooth criminal, with a deadly orchestra
the product of the age I was brought up in, we swallowin
what they left behind for us, it's not much
but I heard my man spit a plea when he got touched
ha, that type of sharpness of a young cat
been there, done that, you can't win fair if you run that
the streets are watching, the eyes stay steady
pushing crack like behind the scenes, tired and sweaty
broken from all these hard years of labor
young man in the ghetto do anything to get paper
see, that's the type of ish you don't see, it won't be
very long before you ain't strong enough to carry on
the cake got many layer, partner, grimy and street
I got, too much on my plate and I still can't eat
it's kinda sad watching friends meet they ends
and fade away, into the hood shade of gray or
get lost in history, thought life was a mystery
it is, I can't find my own mind, I live in misery
Don Juan, but what's behind the mask? I'm inclined to ask
why? Cause our faces been blurred out, ya heard?
so much bull shit I've seen in my life, it's still walkin
through loud mouths whose teeth is full, people talkin
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AKTheory
Member since July 7 2014