Uniq Mic - Where I'm From lyrics

Chorus (Slayer) Where I'm From X2 They be asking where I'm From Where I'm From X2 I'm Defining where I'm from L-City is the place from which I come Put your hands in the air if you love where I'm from Verse 1 (Uniq Mic) I'm the only one with six senses including Humor n***as hate jokes a lot coz life is one That's Where I'm From, so imagine where I'm going to And if you s** I promise you, n***as turn off your tune When life ain't moving, pips roll it like cigarettes Life is a gift at the same time a curse Like Big Brother, you gotta keep an eye open The roots were good but then just look at the branches They need exorcism and some extra touches And people keep on talking (tocking) like some wrist watches In my zone you are what you eat so I'm an emcee Where I come from, awkwardly, D was a blessing People just trap the dream, they are tired of chasing So different ways are used to find the same fortune And dad says changes come but things remain the same If you can't get the picture at least get the frame B.T.C Verse 2 (Mastermind) This is my story of where I'm from A true ghetto story told like Baby Charm The place I'm From has defined who I am The place I'm from is the reason why I verbally harm A good reason why I'm still in music A good reason why the mic I use is unique Full description why life needs make up: No cosmetic No reason why life is a b**h Always thinking back in time like a watch in my brain Blood, sweat and tears all over my memory lane They say love is in the air but I inhale the pain We say ghetto life not knowing we live in curse I fought for my home to free the human race Spark fire to the warm heart Street kids asking where my home at? I say your home is right above like satellite The devil is alive, only work in demons Servant of rap, possessed by sessions B.T.C Verse 3 (Uniq Mic) Some girls act like multi-user operating systems You might think they love you but they're messing with your feelings Neither their body nor their spirit is willing They all focus on one thing: money making And almost each family now has a singer Everyone in the streets thinks he's ghost-writer Now the problem is who is the seller and who is the buyer Coz it seems like everybody wants to be the employer Yet success is like a joke: not everybody gets it And a song is like a status:not everybody likes it Different brands of toothpaste are known as Colgate People are tired of sachets, so they drinkin holy wine They say what goes around comes around: but not here Everybody is aiming at a better life: not to live here And it's very difficult to find a rasta or a Y.O Coz people leave a murderer and criticize y'all B.T.C