Rottin Razkals - Life of a Bastard lyrics

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[Fam]

Every day I say I'm stressed out

But I won't pull my hair out

Or wear out my self

It's very, very bad for my health

Get it together, brotha Fam

Brotha man, cause I can

Take a toll on, you understand

We are the world, we make up all the surroundings

I'm roundin

Holdin my port down underground in

This hell hole

You never know which way to go

Get caught up in the game

Or even trapped behind the do'

Po po, I saw one clip today

It was slow, cold Gz was around the way

I had to go, hibernate, create a different mind state

And wait till it was my turn get the first break

Chorus-X2

Life of a bastard, it no easy

Ja rasta know it no easy

[Chap]

I got locked up, the end of last summer, put me on probation

I had to hustle, cause I was under nuff frustration

I had no cash, wasn't goin out diggin in trash

So I got some weed, bagged it up, called my staff

I broke the rule, hold it, sold in the school

And if in form, word is bond, I use my tool

From Ill Town, so it's natural I'm being real sick

Big up to [Name], gun salute off mi loose lip

How could I be positive

When all I grew around was negative

The dirty lights of four, is what I live

A certain point in my life I never knew where to turn

My concern was more ganja must get burned

A young lad, never had the Dad to play, I went astray

Runnin from the cops duckin stray shots around my way

Chorus-X2

[Diesel]

You playin chicken rhymes

You kickin on a dead head-on collision

Syllables slicin your styles like surgical incisions

Envision somehow, someway you be better than me

You couldn't fuck around, you nut, I'm a ecstasy

Forgotten just as fast as you came with no name

Rottin ain't the same, servin more niggaz than caine

My brain'll slain careers of future MCs, wannabe's

Rappin like Gz, I make your fuckin heart freeze

Str8 out the land of the Ill

Swear to Jersey, I kill

Anyone duplicatin my skills for real

That's on the High, tell you no lie

My mental's too aggresive for your ways to defy

Every day I'm gettin lifted, sobriety win

I got swingin serpentine in a fedral pen

Ooh, let me cool down before I overheat

Representin Double I from the Ill Town streets

[Treach]

Life of a black bastard, boy from a baby

Robbed of a father figure cause Daddy was crazy shady

My mama had to be hurt, but she ain't showin

She was raisin two little boys

and ain't want neither to know, or to blow it

Now the loner hates the night aroma

Leanin more towards the youth house and less towards a diploma

A street roamer, damn near knockin niggaz in comas

No daddy to reach, so the streets teach from the corners

A goner, now the Fed's, so the family splits

Sellin out on Rally Park soon after the star taff was hit

I went past the point, they found me, had a bounty

So the life of a bastard starts a new life from the county