brenda's baby - soul the american dream lyrics
(verse 1)
brenda’s got a baby & his name kareem
kareem turning 16, yeah with no dreams
on the block everyday & pack them thangs
with the pocket change, turn around & cop that range……..
and goes to school, trying to graduate for mother
n-body to look up too, ain’t got no brothers
school of the hard knocks, young in he use to make them numbers
sh-t change, when pops came around that summer……..
pops never come around unless he needed something
put me in this world & still don’t amount to nothing
don’t want to be like his pops, so he started hustling
smoking crack no wonder why his pops, stay buggin
kareem start fighting with his pops, they start tussling
kareem said “f-ck you”, moms said stop cussing………
kareem, left the crib, came back ina couple hours
just to find out, that the b-m in the shower
screaming at his mom, that that n-gg- is a coward
moms you don’t understand, that you got the power……..
don’t let that n-gg- in, let in, than i’m leaving
“boy that’s your father”, i don’t care, ma i’m leaving
i’m let it get odd, i don’t care, we ain’t even
and i don’t really care, if that n-gg-, stop breathing
that n-gg- wasn’t there, we was stuck, not achieving
now he come holidays, on holidays, we eating…….
god d-mn!!!
(verse 2)
kareem’s pops left, than went outside for a smoke
tell he saw some n-gg-s pull up, ready to toucke………
granny died, no love em
d-mn, felt a bug in em
yellow tape, blood dripping, d-mn they put a slug in him………..
kareem walks around the corner, pops on the ground
momma crying, cop sirens, but he losing the sound………
but he can’t hear nothing, all he see he is pops
bullets wounds, all he smell is the smoke of the glocks…….
sorry pops i ain’t meet to treat you wrong
only thing that got him through, we’re the words from the songs
trying place the right things, right where they don’t belong
ain’t no kings up in the jungle, got guerrillas like they kong………
lost for words, but you know how the block always talk
trying run these n-gg-s down, off the words that they toss
giving headshot, the brain dripping cranberry sauce
trying catch them wide open, got them feeling like moss………
woah
they his motive, education was a lost hope
he can’t catch them by today, ain’t no tomorrow
he out to get his, and he ain’t out to borrow
don’t feel sorry for him, cause he ain’t looking for sorrow………
angry at the world, just searching for these n-gg-s
his started off, just focus dinero & these figures
the stressing got him drain, thinking pain, what is illest
daddy gone, just making him another lost n-gg-………
what’s up !!!!!!!
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