Guerrilla32 - Chasin Ma Past lyrics
You know when life sometimes becomes so hard that… Everything that you did in the past just keeps on coming back Like some kind of horror scene or something….. Life is hard you know… But anyways, we keep on living.... [Hook: Guerrilla and MogaLaw] I'm trying to live this life but I don't know how I guess it's too hard making me an outcast I think I'm chasing my past Everything I did is just coming right back [X2] [Guerrilla] Trying to live this life but it keeps getting hard I'm trying to live my ghetto dream but it keeps getting harder My hommie dropped out of school now he's a young father He don't work, he gotta hustle to raise his daughter Sisters in the hood ain't got no money so they prostituting The consequences of destitution Every week in the streets, lil hommies arrested Walking with the wrong crew and now they all busted My man Vinne's selling dope on the corner Now them haters calling the cops it's the police forum You know who called the cops, another dope seller Now how can it be that he back-stabbing a black fellah It's like everything we did just keeps on coming back In the form of bad luck everything ain't gone right But I promise all of my black people in the hood Everything will be alright, we just gotta hold on tight [Hook] [MogaLaw] I'm a lyricist whose vision is prosperous Giving rhythm ignition to invade every premises, so picture this From a childhood filled with shattered gla**es from broken promises In search of the truth cause' he wasn't taught what honest is Looking at life through the pieces of hopelessness Deep in thought calling the past it feels like I'm losing consciousness But I gotta stay focused so I will cause' I'm in pursuit of happiness Carelessness from the one that I looked up to, emotion of paralysis Now I'm feeling like an outcast like Andre But I know that everything will be okay so I pray But still I ask why the sun don't shine my way My soul will never be at rest until my rhymes play In your radio station I've got the desire to inspire So much burning sensation I'd walk through fire I'ma keep on hustling until my days on earth expire Walking on holy waters, like the messiah [Hook]