INSPECTAH DECK - T.R.U.E. lyrics

rate me

Oooh, nananana, no

I will stay true, we will make, we will make it through, I know

It's like every day bullets over broadway, pumping out the hallway

With small change, this is how we live

It's pop city, gritty ditty bop, got the glock with me

Shots if you not with me, this is what we give

Born by the liquor store, used to hit the store for Mr. George

Where them playas and them pimps trick the whores

Saw the dope tracks, I sold crack, phone taps from Kojak

The old trap, send the fiend through before your home's jacked

Chrome clap, shopping through the gate door, killas can't escape war

Get rich or die trying to make more

Corner store, cop me a four, with the egg and cheese

Hancock and evergreen, stop cop from SMDs

Young me, used to wheelie the block

Mountain bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, Phillies and gwap

I watched the older heads shake those dice, same night

Watch them, pull out the gauge, when he aced out twice

I mean, everybody searching for the same thing, trying to make a name ring

And claim king, the lifestyle the game bring

Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick women in flocks

Or just a cellblock and prisoners pop

People change like seasons do (people change like the weather)

You know I always stay true (stay true, say me)

Though this life ain't promised to you

In the hardest times will make it through

At 16 I hit the Ave with a brick, smashed with the chicks

Dipped fast on them dicks, zip bag full of nicks

I was bad on the strip, deuce deuce in the booth

Blue goose with the troops, fruit juice and a loose

On the roof with the city on watch, got that brown bag of chocolate

From up top, fifty a pop

Since the OGs told me how to get me a knot

Since then it's been impossible to get me to stop

In the PJ's, where the fiends stay leanin' for days

And the V's stay gleam, blades gleaming the raise

Where the G's play, they don't need a reason to blaze

And the D's stay scheamin' to take me to the cage

Cause I'm living it, deep in this life, and I'm a love it alot

Cause anytime grim reaper could strike

Another homicide, it's ironic, son got it

Same corner where his father died, hard to hear his momma cry, why

My people, this is for the struggle

It's not for the ballers, it's for the struggle

You know I got you, it's not guaranteed

We gon' ride though, we gon' live, hold your head