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lirik lagu home town – bad karma

[tones]

the same place i copped my dub to smoke is where they cut they throats
shooting up in p-ssy stairways without a touch of hope
but where i’m from the crackheads always roam
pigs kick down doors so it hits close to home
it’s harder than i thought, whenever i hear the rhyme
or realizing there’s no emcees left on this island
only dope fiends and kids who get whips at 15
when i’m tryna change the world with one 16
it’s bad karma in the flesh tryna make it good
mr. rogers don’t bother in my neighborhood
cuz it’s a beautiful day til the truth is displayed
trooping through the war with one boot in the grave
but you know the drill, rock this shoe if you fit in it
just yesterday i seen the future in this little kid
and today came the past when i turned on the news
he od’ed from seeing and believing these alternative views

[hook – tones]
it’s where the truth get told, where the youth get old, but it soothe my soul, in my
it’s where the lies get spoke, where the rhymes get wrote, and that lie gets smoked, it’s in my
it’s where the crack gets smoked, where the back gets swollen, it’s where that rap came from, it’s in my
it’s where my friends od, it all depends on me, i guess it’s meant to be, in my

[ayedeal]

i was born and raised in the heart of long island
25a always the highway we stay wylin
3-47 driving got 4-5 for dialing death
?? express yourselves or go to h-ll next
skeleton steps down to the key of the city
we ain’t even on the bridge cuz brooklyn and queens is getting gritty
quickly go from the tropics to dropping snow storms
when i h–rd mine til sunrise watch the cold gone
go from 4 to 95, rise so fast, i hold on
suffering suffolk can ????? and move on
truth on the song p-ssed down to cash cow county
don’t need cc’s to see that spike’s your life’s bounty
how we suppose to be their hero when fear of drowning
body counts, a mountain of needles while filled with evil
a bunch of ones and zeros only seen as dead people
don’t doubt me now this just my home town preview

(hook)

[coast]

i don’t ever go back there because it still hurts
the air is stale like it’s jail, cuz till dirts
some of them won’t make it out, and it’s crazy how
my motivation is the same sh-t that keeps um down
pigs don’t do nothing, they just breaking b-lls
besides that the whole community’s afraid to call
they break the windows out your whip for a dollar in change
because these people never had sh-t, nothing is safe
this f-cking place is the worst, i could swear it is
but it’s the story of my life so i’m sharing it
felt like i didn’t belong because my skin’s white
but i will walk with my head high midnight
i was never scared of sh-t because it talk me that
and if you weeped you a b-tch and they called you that
it’s the pits, call it sh-t, it’s the f-cking slums
but it makes me who i am cuz it’s where i’m from

(hook)

[coal cash]

i came up in the 90’s when the island was serious
now it’s heroin junkies with their mind on delirious
vicarious in their teens, feeding amphetamines
dreams are better seen forgotten, dropping from oxycontin
plotting schemes, cream chasing, home invasion
while you blaze to the dome, too stoned for the occasion
they made leads in rome, it’s full blown through the tri-states
migrate through chromosomes and it’s grown at a high rate
dilate your pupils, cooking dope with your spoon
fill a room full of addicts, the habits damage is brutal
for the cool approval, this includes usual suspects
we must get it out of the schools, they seen enough death
too much stress, and no rest for the righteous
true emcees need a rep, not many left in the cypher
but it’s death to vipers, in diapers for baby sh-t
the streets that raised me made me crazy but lately it makes me sick

(hook)

[tabs]

catch me driving around town sparking l’s with car lighters
or in front of napa’s with a blunt and a bunch of bar fighters
we don’t walk around with semi automatic full clips
but if you see our famous statue you know we on some bullsh-t
it’s a place where rumors fly about you and i
it’s unsettling they shooting heroin in junior high
i can’t lie, i was addicted to the dutch smoke
but i had to watch my back cuz most of these cats are cutthroats
say my name around this place and it’s gotta be love
home of the finest chronic and some wannabe thugs
growing up i was surrounded by drug dealers and yes men
and a bunch of trifling b-tches that would go and f-ck your best friend
it was my crib that all the kids stopped by
this is where the cop shop was born and where hip-hop died
so why i’m still here? beats the f-ck out of me
this place is so fake but there’s no place that i would rather be..it’s my

(hook)

- bad karma

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