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Still Standing

This for the soldiers, soldiers

Stay strong my niggaz

Gangsters, players

Stay up my niggaz, real niggaz

Leavin' the cut in a rage

Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my 12 gauze

One of my boys just got shot, huh

Fuckin' around, in that million dollar spot

A educated brother didn't have no money for college he was taught

The street knowledge, part of the plan

To keep us fightin' in the street

Instead of becomin' a strong black man

Every two weeks I see Sam

Pitchin' out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn

Because I gotta make my dough

My kill, rocked down, 'til I started seein' cash flow

Everything happens for a reason, choose the season

To commit the perfect treason

Who brought me to the land, of unfree man?

To move about and catch trout, by the dozens

Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled

A one-way seat, to Milledgeville

Nigga this real, how can you kill another

When it's your brother? Still standing

I never thought about, talked about what I did

Just experimented life as a young Gump

Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'

Spendin' hours at the house in my favorite chair

Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck

Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary

If I ever had to plot again, needin' my stick

Yeah, gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew?

Nothin' else to prove, fold a plot like chrome

Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room

Speed, Gipp got that too

Watch that dude, inspect that fool, still standing

Unscathed, cause this is pain

This for soldiers to feel

MC's, are running out of things to say

Radio stations are running out of songs to play

Still standing, unscathed, 'cause of pain

This for soldiers to feel

MC's, are running out of things to say

Radio stations are running out of songs to play

On the sick side, of South Central

33rd Avenue, block 600

Workers have wash and car details

The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale

Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up

What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters

Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered

They besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB, run the creeps

Y'all can have the streets, asphalt caught many suckers

Slippin' on wet floors, we puttin' out the signs

On krokers, C I T Y, such a pity

Bein' suckled dry, like a newborn

On his momma's titty before I retired I hit twenty

True to cellulite with big room pesquite on the porch

Poundin', like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts

Through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin'

Zoned out, off the ink, for life

Goin through time and metal detectors

I can't take my weapon

And I can't be no dope dealer

'Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up

With them keys, locked in the fo'-do'

Backseat drivers havin' out-of-body experiences

Wakin up, somewhere else, still standing

Yeah, each and every element that exists in this

Universe is manifested from a thought first

Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky

Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and I

This most loved invention, my consciousness is an extension

Of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own

To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn

From your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose

It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising

Of children who end up dead before hearing what you said

And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had

Interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad

It seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion

It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born

Young minded, and blinded in those days, I didn't want to

Have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for

Be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead

When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh

And if they did, don't get all arrogant 'cause that's my kid

Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood

Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow

Clever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo'

And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets

It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and cassettes

And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten

The life cycle starts all over again

And I was granted this music as my soul mate, to procreate

And give back what I was given, a life worth livin'

And I, am still standing, unscathed

Pain is for suckers to feel

MC's are running out of things to say, and

radio stations running out of songs to play, shit!

We still standing, unscathed

And pain is for suckers to feel, huh

And MC's running out of things to say

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