Haystak - My Lyrics lyrics
Representation for those who would other wise have no representation Protection for those who other wise would have no protection (Ya Dig?) My lyrics are a documented diary of life against the odds A rythematic rhyme and way of prayin to God My lyrics are an inspiration to people who need motivation The end results of hard work and dedication My lyrics are agony, drama, and trauma Suicide letters to my daughter and mama They tell the white trash and the sh** ive been through The courage that it took for me just to continue If my lyrics offend you f** you this my sh** Everybody who don't like it they can s** my dick My lyrics were all I had when I was 15 Beatin on my bedroom wall like it was a drum machine My lyrics slay MC's and broke they spirits They thought that I was bullsh**. (haha) My lyrics are my way of expressing rage and aggression I been surpresen since adolescence. (C-Come on) [Chorus x2:] My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices Stimulants to some but to others they sedatives Cause I ain't truth in the streets then I am in the booth I can't f** with em in Iraq. (why?) My home boy died over crack I wake up fealin like im under attack Its just me against the world don't nobody got my back Makin money by the stack makes me happy for a moment Wish my grandaddy was here I could spend all of it on him 50 thousand on the boat just so I could take him fishin Wish there was a way to spend a million make him know how much I miss him But there isn't so I try to bring order to the disorder Roll up another quarter of koosh in from California Blowing Harijuana helps me keep my composher (Now left, right) Keep on steppin like a soldier Its the same thang, maintain, try to keep my money right Till I get ahead of the game, I never sleep at night Let my headstone read "I gave it my best" Then made a livin simply by getting sh** off my chest [Chorus x2:] My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices Stimulants to some but to others they sedatives Cause I ain't truth in the streets then I am in the booth My lyrics are letters to my homies in the pin Man I wish I could come and see you but they would indite me then My lyrics are my deepest thoughts in spuratic sentences Some sh** that really happened, others just for instances My lyrics are relentless, ruthless, if they were officially [?] If they were bullets you'd be laid to rest My lyrics are a true test of what a rappers made of I make em more than worse, so I make em know he washed up My lyrics make a mothaf**a get another job MC's like me the reason mothaf**as rob My lyrics make a mothaf**a know that he can't spit Make a mothaf**a quit, realize he ain't sh** My lyrics made every hit on them billboard charts But they hit hard in the trunks of them D-Boys Cars My lyrics get bootlegged, downloaded, and gave away Still I get paper in a major way, with My Lyrics [Chorus x2:] My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices Stimulants to some but to others they sedatives Cause I ain't truth in the streets then I am in the booth. (Come on)