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BLUEPRINT - Inner City Native Son lyrics

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Just an inner-city-native-son

Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run

Some of us raised by the way of the gun

All the drama we see makes us numb

[Verse 1]

You can tell he's seen alot for only 13

His wide eyes victimized, bite is a sting

Never told his ancestors used to be kings

Left to build himself outta what he can see

That means stick-ball, basketball, hide and seek

Fistfights, shoot-outs, and crack fiends

The single mother had to work 60 hours a week

Cleanin' offices, just so she can make ends meet

And put clothes on his back and buy food to eat

She spent time with him right before she went to sleep

But over time he learned to lust for material things

His only babysitter was the TV screen

He was force fed pop culture, watchin' in silence

Talk shows, curse words, sex and violence

Used to coming home to an empty house

Fallin' asleep waiting up for his mother on the couch

[x2]

Just an inner-city-native-son

Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run

Some of us raised by the way of the gun

All the drama we see makes us numb

He used to kick it with some other kids from down the block

All of them was broke, one of them had a plot

Said he was sick of being broke, sittin around and chillin'

And that he had a surefire way of makin' a killin'

Said that he steals old computers out of old buildins

He already had a pawn shop to deal wit 'em

Plus a man working security would open the door

For 25 percent of all the money they saw

If he was down to make some money they could roll with him

He promised he would have him back at home by 10

The kid looks at his pocket then he looks at his kicks

Looked up at his man and said "That plan sound sick"

They all agreed to meet at 8PM the next day

His boy that was 16 would drive getaway

9 o'clock sharp, they pulled up at the place

Wearing all black with a stocking cap on his face

[x2]

Just an inner-city-native-son

Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run

Some of us raised by the way of the gun

All the drama we see makes us numb

While they were snatching all the valuables right off of the desk

Loading 'em down into the van without breaking a sweat

A couple guys started feelin' overconfident

Vandalizing other offices and making a mess

They wasn't scared cause they knew they still had 10 minutes

While security changed shit and finished

But before time was up, it seemed something went wrong

They smelled smoke and heard the sound of the fire alarm

They got scared, and since they didn't want to get discovered

The guys ran for the stairs as the smoke covered

But in the stairwell they ran into a bunch of others

Who was working in the building also running for cover

They saw maintenance, house-cleaners and night-shift workers

And in the chaos he got seperated from the others

Pushing through he bumped into a old lady, knocked her over

When he looked into her eyes..

It was his mother

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