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Текст песни Blueprint - Inner-City-Native-Son

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[x2]Just an inner-city-native-sonNever learned to wait, taught to take it and runSome of us raised by the way of the gunAll the drama we see makes us numb[Verse 1]You can tell he`s seen alot for only 13His wide eyes victimized, bite is a stingNever told his ancestors used to be kingsLeft to build himself outta what he can seeThat means stick-ball, basketball, hide and seekFistfights, shoot-outs, and crack fiendsThe single mother had to work 60 hours a weekCleanin` offices, just so she can make ends meetAnd put clothes on his back and buy food to eatShe spent time with him right before she went to sleepBut over time he learned to lust for material thingsHis only babysitter was the TV screenHe was force fed pop culture, watchin` in silenceTalk shows, curse words, sex and violenceUsed to coming home to an empty houseFallin` asleep waiting up for his mother on the couch[x2]Just an inner-city-native-sonNever learned to wait, taught to take it and runSome of us raised by the way of the gunAll the drama we see makes us numbHe used to kick it with some other kids from down the blockAll of them was broke, one of them had a plotSaid he was sick of being broke, sittin around and chillin`And that he had a surefire way of makin` a killin`Said that he steals old computers out of old buildinsHe already had a pawn shop to deal wit `emPlus a man working security would open the doorFor 25 percent of all the money they sawIf he was down to make some money they could roll with himHe promised he would have him back at home by 10The kid looks at his pocket then he looks at his kicksLooked up at his man and said "That plan sound sick"They all agreed to meet at 8PM the next dayHis boy that was 16 would drive getaway9 o`clock sharp, they pulled up at the placeWearing all black with a stocking cap on his face[x2]Just an inner-city-native-sonNever learned to wait, taught to take it and runSome of us raised by the way of the gunAll the drama we see makes us numbWhile they were snatching all the valuables right off of the deskLoading `em down into the van without breaking a sweatA couple guys started feelin` overconfidentVandalizing other offices and making a messThey wasn`t scared cause they knew they still had 10 minutesWhile security changed shit and finishedBut before time was up, it seemed something went wrongThey smelled smoke and heard the sound of the fire alarmThey got scared, and since they didn`t want to get discoveredThe guys ran for the stairs as the smoke coveredBut in the stairwell they ran into a bunch of othersWho was working in the building also running for coverThey saw maintenance, house-cleaners and night-shift workersAnd in the chaos he got seperated from the othersPushing through he bumped into a old lady, knocked her overWhen he looked into her eyes..It was his mother

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