Текст песни X-Raided - Land of the Lost
X-Raided - Land of the Lost слова песни
First Verse:Many muthafuckas didn`t make it,Other niggas locced up cuz they couldn`t take it,The ghetto got it`s claws in my back tryin` to keep a nigga down,I`m cryin` out for help, but help ain`t nowhere to be found,So what can I do?Pursue other avenues to get revenues,Tryin` not to be the next boy on the Channel 3 ten o` clock news,Facin` interrogation, fuck an explaination,It`s time for declarations with exclaimations,I`m sick and tired of muthafuckas in my business,All up in my mix like sugary Kool-Aid worried about who I paid,And who I didn`t, I`m tired of spittin` happy raps, I`m ready for representin`,My fifty collar clips spit happy caps,It`s gettin` hard to be a G, P.D. wanna see me rotIn the penetenairy doin` centuries OH MY GOD!What do I do? Where can I go? What can I say?I`m in the Land, of the Lost, with no escapeChorus:Stuck in a whirlpool gettin` drug down,We was four deep but I`m the only one now,How long will I last before I fall off?Runnin`, for my life, in the land of the lostStuck in a whirlpool gettin` drug down,We was four deep but I`m the only one now,How long will I last before I fall off?Runnin`, for my life, in the land of the lostSecond Verse:Christmas missed us again,Poppa robbed 7-11 so now he sittin` in the pen,Ain`t no presents up under the tree for me,No toys to enjoy, cuz Mama`s unemployed,Your boy had to face reality at an early age,StepDad beatin` on Mama cuz he had a bad dayThe drama was thicker than Hill Street Blues,Wanted to get a .22 and buck him, so you can see it on the newsNow my shoes was holey, pants was old,Birthdays was fucked up, all I got was clothes,A lil` Bebe kid, young Pro-Wing sporter boy,Wearin` turtlenecks, and thick-ass corderouys,Never got along in Junior High, got bagged on, beat down,Hoes laughed at me,But I tried to be cool, I tried to fit in,But then I said "Fuck it!" and started comin` to school with a Mack-10,Got a nigga for his Nikes and his Starter coat,I got another for his bike, got another for his loccs,Robbed the same 7-11 as Poppa,I went and bought a coat down, and some khaki suits, now I`m proper,Blocc ah-, filliated at only fourteen,I`m doin` what I want and can`t nobody say a thing,And it seems like I`m out of control,I don`t know where I`m headed, the Land of the Lost got my soulChorusThird Verse:My Mama said there would be days like these,The Ghetto on my back beatin` me down to my knees,Disease, infected,Children, neglected,Everywhere I look, I don`t see nothin` but crooks,I rejected, the knowledge that my Mama tried to give,I told her "It`s my life and I`m the one that`s gotta live",Mistaken prone, thinkin` I`m grown, doin` whatever I wanna,Nigga`s on his own, all alone, no one in my corner,I got a job at Dairy Queen servin` double burgers,Moonlightin` as a Bloccer servin` double murders,My first check was only fifty bucks,So fuck Dairy Queen, I got back on my the scene,And stacked some real green,But opportunies is limited, it`s either sell drugs or fast food,And you know which one I choose,Cuz it`s win, lose, or draw, in sickness, in healthIt`s [1.5 second pause] represent the turf,Cuz don`t nobody else give a fuck,The only love I ever felt, came from the homies and myself,I want wealth, and power, no matter what the cost,That`s all that`s on my mind, in the Land, of the LostChorusStuck in the whirlpool....