DOC BROWN

DOC BROWN - Decisions, Decisions lyrics

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[Doc Brown:]

Never was a G, never wanted to be, I did me from my very first steps

When my mother regretted my first breath

Was taught respect, kalma and drama was worthless

Heard death hung over my shoulder to cerb stress

Rest my head upon my old dears chest

Perplexed cause we couldn't live forever I step through the perspects

Windows of my father's car

Places far from far away, basically chasin' stars

Facin' hardships, started lacin' bars, achin' hearts

Like the song said, came this far and can't stop now but watch how

Before I became Doc Brown I was a timebomb tickin' the clock down, tick-tock bloaw

Without knowin' what you wanna do

You can fall victim to your depression when nothin' else seem to follow through

It hit like cancer thanks to the pull of the street

Each week another young one gone thought he was gangster

In fact I was surely mistaken

Tradgic waste of life, and the predjusdices sayin', "of cause, he's Jamaican"

Waitin' for danger, ain't happenin' any time soon

East mad West, this world just like high noon

My truth blow fruitons just like typhoon

Tear roof off a ya mind, like Busta Rhymes' tune

I move usin' the force of avalanches

Speakin' on behalf of kids who never had the chance

[Chorus: Doc Brown]

It's time, look myself in my eyes

If I die in the next 24 am I happy with my life

There's lots to lose, even more to give

But I got to choose how I aught to live

So take time, look yourself in ya eyes

If you die in the next 24 are you happy with your life

There's lots to lose, even more to give

But you got to choose how you aught to live

[Doc Brown:]

They say if you ain't a cause to die for

Then you ain't got a reason to live and that's true but you ain't Guy Forkes

Pick your cause wisely, guys wanna burn at the state

For prize sake, livin' life at a high speed

Mikey, gat from the flashest of the high street

Nineteen, rollin' with olders who love fightin'

Elder dudes say to the younger, "to join my team

You gotta be grimy, you gotta be sheisty"

Usually Mike would be too afraid, but this week

feels low, no self esteem and loves the mischief

Shits deep, blood in a second it takes to blink an eye

Decisions on livin' can switch an be givin' prison time

Cap down, pull out a browns, strike a match stick

Mike's badness is a true right of passage

That handbag bitch don't fuck about, knock around blood

P-64 hit the floor

But he didn't look before he went runnin' across the tarmat

Car crashed, smack and Mikey ain't comin' back

That old woman touched his neck, he didn't budge

Life sentance given him straight without a grudge

Now ask yourself, was he a victim of circumstances?

Or was he guilty of his flirtation and romance with

elements that had more power than him?

If you want a happy endin' then know how to begin

[Chorus x2]

[Hook: Doc Brown]

Now tell me what do you believe in

Truth, lyin' or thievin'

Undercover of evenin'

What is it you got in you? Winner or sinner

Surrender your inner demons

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