Keith Murray feat. Déjà Vu My Life Lyrics

It's a Beautiful Thing Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 When I Rap
  • 3 Incredible
  • 4 Some Shit
  • 5 Bodega Skit
  • 6 Slap Somebody
  • 7 Secret Indictment
  • 8 Radio
  • 9 Intersection
  • 10 Shut the F*ck Up
  • 11 Interlude
  • 12 Media
  • 13 Life on the Street
  • 14 Ride Wit Us
  • 15 Jungle Boogie
  • 16 High as Hell
  • 17 Bad Day
  • 18 A Message From Keith
  • 19 My Life
  • I'm a take you back to day one, livin' in this new york slum
    It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some
    Moms left at fifteen, had no American dreams
    To this day I'm sellin' to my cousin, who's a fiend
    No one would got me but my older brother
    Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother
    But didn't care back then, that's why she left like that
    Now my parents became the street, and it's best like that

    Some nights I pray to God and ask him to pull my cord
    'Cause times is hard like the opposite street'll leave you scarred
    Street wise, with no respect for authority and ****
    A chronic hustler of crack; a typical *****
    Raised by Madu, who strung out on a glass ****
    But every now and then I blessed her with a hit
    So she don't have to trick
    It's prevalent amongst kids today
    Hustle krills, stack dough, and everything's okay

    [Chorus]
    It's the emancipation proclamation under the self-devised guidelines
    Of self preservation and starvation (I gotta live)
    It's the emancipation proclamation under the self-devised guidelines
    Of self preservation and starvation (and I gotta live)

    My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls
    It was rough growin' up around the boys and girls
    After daddy left, **** was a mess; momma stressed
    But I give her an award, 'cause, damn, she tried her best
    Holdin' down the household, barely had money to fold
    Christmas time, cherished our little **** like gold
    I can't front; daddy was still there for me, cared for me
    But him and mommy breakin' up was like a nightmare to me

    Yo, this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
    Success is nothin' if it ain't; if it was with the others
    We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation
    If not for us, for the younger generation
    We gotta break the chain, and deal with the pain
    For all our people that was slayed in vain (revenge)
    For all our peoples that was falsely framed (revenge)
    For all our peoples that's livin' the name

    [Chorus]

    Let me show; I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under they wing
    And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing
    In the world, 'cause L.O.D. we all we got
    I'm a fans and my mans keep it, like it or not
    I know it hurts havin' to do everyday dirt
    Police all over my back; feel like bustin' them jerks
    When I'm my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches
    And them *****es, and keep my mind on business

    Life was tough, so I became aggressive like a pit
    The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit
    Thinkin' me and my team can be tight like the Gambino
    Muscle in the hustle scene; respected like Leno
    It gets deeper than the words of Proverbs
    New thoughts emerge as I cop the squat on the curb
    Thinkin' the herb; strengthen my brain like spinach
    And heavy shine, flooded with ice might; reduce my self-spirits

    Stick 'em; my life is so real it hurts
    Like when I saw my pops bein' driven off in a hearse
    Like when I saw my mother bein' driven off in a hearse
    Like you school when the roach crawl out my shirt
    Like on thanksgiving when we got free food from the church
    Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Cool Herc
    Rockin' been stripe knees and latigra shirts
    Back then L.O.D. was puttin' in work

    From the cradle to the grave
    We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to stay alive
    All my real people know what I'm talkin' about
    Watch each other backs
    Word up; my life is nothing without my *****s, word up

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