The Coup - Hard Concrete lyrics

rate me

While growing up in the ghetto

My time went fast

see I be stealing from the grown ups

running from the tasks

as i dash through the grass everyday

skipping class

my daddy dont be tripping

so you can kiss my ass

pass the doogie doobie lefthand side

only nine years old getting high getting high

I wonder why my teacher's sweating me

I did my history It dont relate to me

my gpa 1.3

see i remember places the names streets dates

anybody rolling with stolen license plates

but if that faked out of date shit

wasnt in my way

ask me anything or where im from

i bet i get an A minus

in fact i am the finest

counting male faster than you can say your highness

dont combat me with dryness

cos i know the definition of any slang word

so what's that synonym you're wishing?

I want to be a lawyer

accused of a liar like LaToya

so im dropping the fourth grade

slinging lemonade

I am my own keeper

a young o'erachiever

ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver

now I lay me down to sleep

cos i cant eat my noodles right

dead bodies every other night

we fucking up the appetite

tragedy is an everyday thing

put on a video game sit some time

if i can stand the pain

give me the knowledge from the street

now watch me learn it

I went to get a job

but too young for a work permit

dont come my way (fool)

I might just have to gack

they say we growing up fast

but we just dying faster

[chorus]

always dropping the good or villain cop

slam the child on the hard concrete

[repeat]

Well it's June 17th

it couldnt have came to me no quicker

11 years old

my chest a little thicker

how you figger

my life is gonna be bigger and better

when that path im rolling on

is similar to that crooked letter

once i get a better view

to check out that avenue

its drug infested

planted there just for me to be tested

on the hard concrete

now it's three years later

came for me literally

caught me up stacking that refrigerator

ator

catching shirley down the block

in the bucket

she stepped to the back

that's when i stuck it fuck it

my first piece of butt

it was just my luck

cause nine months later

at my door she showed up

damn I was stuck

reminiscing in my seat

I just turned sixteen but to me

it's not sweet

no edumaction

this combination of ghetto life

is a straine pass the ben gay cream

Eighteen looking as old as Don King

The indo in my brain

keep asking my

how many years is it until my life expectancy

well let's see

another three done take away

and now the hustling games a part of me

everyday

my life is on the line

fool you can catch my fist

cos any other place

can be a better place than this

im now dismissed

my body hit the concrete

the bullet had no name

as it was introduced to me

the next morning

headline front page

young man shot cos of death of age

Try to rise above it all

or drown in ...

[chorus]

man this is really something [repeat]