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district.h8 - mr. krane lyrics

[verse]
(i had to be sad one day)
they say “you need to grow it up before you 21
you gotta think about your life, not only having fun
what’s bad in having real job that bring you money, pal?
you only care about your rap, so change the f-cking style!
you talk about guns and drugs, but have you popped the trunk
or you are just a b-tch who got the biggest chatterbox
another w-nksta, soft mc who cries about the love
and you would never rep your hood when life be on the line?”
now what i do? i sadly smile then pour another gl-ss
of jack, then take another hit, we go like puff-puff-p-ss
you really want to know why did i choose this kind of raps?
okay, then come and drink with me, don’t be a f-cking f-g!
but let me start a story ’bout me with description of
a district i grew up in, to survive you must be strong
once i was walking there and saw a kiddie selling dope
he was so little, five or six or seven years old
i was eleven when this f-cking sh-t done meant to happen
the fiends were there for a hit so they done f-cking catch him
because the f-ckers were so broke, they hardly could afford the smack-ie
so they tried to throw him under local bus, it’s funny
it’s weird that fiends don’t know the kids from hood are not worth f-cking
with cause the kid was not so scared, i think he’s not so lucky
he got a talent in surviving, i saw the pistol flashing
a couple shots, and fiends are dead, respect that motherf-cker
i wish i had a chance to say that everything is fine
another shot is fired, and the kid done start to cry
of course, he had to do it, cause his arm was torn apart
a shotgun’s good at solving local problems, holy f-ck
i heard a whistle of a bullet, that’s the sound of death
the kid is lying on the ground without a half of head
you want to say that he deserved it? say it to his dad
he later took out little b-st-rd, dug this b-tch a grave
but nothing could reduce his pain, because the kid is dead
there’s nothing he could do, but he took out the method head
that was supplying early victim of cemetery for pets
nah, i’m just talking sh-t right now, i’ll take a hit instead
the only fact is that my hood is not so merciful
i can’t escape it, so that’s why i’m spitting curses, dude
no matter what you hear in songs, the stories only true
i just don’t want another murder on my street, and you?

- mr krane lyrics

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