Dread Mighty - Open Wounds (Cuts by DJ Tolo) | Текст песни

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[Open Wounds]

Sign on the dotted we caught it or at least we thought
That through the battles the trials the projects we fought
Our way into the lime light by keeping the rhyme tight
That it was timed right 92 312 ready for the spot light
Just me & Mr. Duke G from Belmont & Clifton
Foot soldiers yet talent chi-niggas ready for the picking
Hit the studio once a week –in 20 weeks we were finished
A budget of 75k 7k in each pocket
That went down faster than a North Ave Pay-for
Then Duke got murdered as our dumb ass waiting’ for
Videos and fame but we being played for lames
When the budget ran out guess who was left with the blame…?
If it weren’t for Mr. Klein I would a owed the shirt off my back
They trying to get loot for not getting our project off it’s back
In fact I kept my own name, they kept our own tracks
& now the world will never get to hear MR. Duke G rap- Rest In Peace…

Brothers got murdered in broad day for broads to lay
Despite the death and decay I’m still here today
Still on the bricks and f***ing with chicks while my Reagent rots
In a prison up top opposition running our spot
My Beantown click is locked up and rich
While I’m free and broke as a bi*** vowed to never get back in the shit
You can call me pussy or soft and continue to cake up
While I figured I couldn’t raise my seed with 15 big and a wake up
So who really pussy? In the joint you doing damage
Work for parole get it and find out ya can’t manage
I sent it twice and each time I went down I seen the same clowns
With the same frowns breaking lit down-they just like me
Eyes gleaming for g’s paid big loot for sweet guilty pleas
Best believe I’m God but focused on these degrees
Forever shine despite the incline to decline
Wizened to the dime That Norface n*** that’s Big Sine

Two weeks ago I had a cold so I’m playing the bed at home
With my daughter & my son who’s at 4 months old
Got on Soul Seek
Played with my son Na’im
Fed my son a bottle and fell asleep with him
Woke up to the phone and had a conversation
Made lunch for Ayana, and put us both down to nap
Answered the phone & on a tele-fundraiser I snapped
It was about three, almost time to pick up Nakhi
My oldest from the bus at 4:03p
Hit the kitchen to fix a bottle for Na’im checked the time
3:15 hit the PC to finish typing this rhyme
At three and a half I went over to Na’im to dress him
His leg cold to the touch I panicked as I flipped him
Nothing in my life could ever prepare for this
As I stared at his body stiff from rigamortis…

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