Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Day by Day, исполнителя - A.L.
Дата выпуска: 31.12.1997
Язык песни: Английский
Day by Day |
Yo you think that, it’s crazy man? |
This brother from South Africa told me that there’s like |
A 2Pac tribe, and a Biggie tribe right? |
And heads got like AK-47's and machine guns and |
And and and Africans killin each other |
Over some East coast/West coast, knahmsayin? |
I mean that we deaded it a long time ago man |
But lives is bein lost, yaknahmsayin? |
Over some bullshit, yaknamsayin? |
I don’t really understand it yo |
Yo, reality is life and death, full of fights and threats |
Murders, burglars, prostitutes search the night for sex |
Rollin dice on steps, take advice from vets, brains are bright in death |
And you can have accounts that never bounce from writin checks |
Life and tecs, there ain’t really much here |
Either sports video games you deal or cut here |
Jeeps or Porches, a portion of dreams in fortune |
Intercourse that I’m stressed to keep it or abortion |
My topics full of plans, on profit from this land |
A pocket full of grands to have your optics full of fans |
I’m tired of dollar bands, shoppin carts pushin cans |
And jobs ain’t callin back, you better off pullin scams |
To rack props, cops harass black blocks |
Parents addicted, kids on they colors from crack tops |
For jacktops, pistols instead of tissue muscle to bust you |
You got a choice, either b-boy or drugs can rush you |
Life is too short, that’s why I strive to live it to the fullest |
Half my brothers are locked up, the other half a caught a bullet |
To pull it, it’s kinda strange like every night I got a full moon |
I used to pull boom, hopin one day I’d drop a jewel soon |
But hard to see that, with so many problems in my picture |
My car? that, I try to soft it with the liquor |
We’re dissolvin quicker, my streets are hotter than Cancun |
Backstabbers’ll shank you, say more than thank you and prank you |
They’re brainwashin us, that’s why I never use the shampoo |
The game knockin us, that’s why I’m clever when the cam zooms |
So what’s the reason for the treason who you pleasin when you skeezin |
Bullets breezin every season leavin bodies freezin |
Forget excuses, puttin the blame up on the flamer |
Hip-Hop is useless, when entertainers hit containers |
Simple and plainer but crime is gettin stranger |
Wrinkles my gainer, but in time we’ll live in danger |
No remainders in my chamber my eras are filled with toxicant |
Lyrics my oxygen I get the spirits from my moccassins |
My mouth is where I dropped my gem, I made the Glock my friend |
No peace in the East, little kids is throwin rocks again |
Chorus: Talib Kweli |
It’s only one life to live so I sacrifice |
But nobody came back from the afterlife |
Life and death is the fate of the streets |
Take it day by day, pray before I eat, pray before I sleep |
One life to live so I sacrifice |
When nobody came back from the afterlife |
Life and death is the fate of the streets |
Take it day by day, pray before I eat, pray before I sleep |
The survivor of slavery, definition of bravery |
Flowin like Brooks bust Nines in Deep Space like Avery |
With rhymes made to be complete like A to Z |
Or the number nine the months of pregnancy, what can you say to me? |
Call up the travel agency, book a flight to the end of time |
When the wicked get refined, the righteous kick a rhyme livin divine |
Rewind, to the present state of mind right now |
Where beef will have you dead like the first man to catch Mad Cow |
Life is full of too much trifeness to chill and be enjoyin |
I be in the inner city like asbestos and lead poison |
My memories within the cannon of history |
Ready aim spit-fire my artillery, in the faces of cats who grillin me |
(Yo what you lookin at?) Quick to touch up cats who ain’t feelin me |
With the ability, to plug you in, like auxillary |
Livin digitally, the only condition is critically |
You still the man physically but I’m sunnin you spiritually |
Consider me far from average, lyrical rites of passage |
Rhymes comin out my cabbage, cold light up a savage |
Take you back to baby carriage, yo, for what it’s worth |
Drop a master verse before they cleaned up the afterbirth |
Aiyyo since I was teethin, I was labelled a heathen |
A demon, my pops must have had bad semen |
Now all eyes peepin, the man with the raps |
Been kickin since the womb and my moms felt that |
Train of thought off track, cause I couldn’t F widdit |
I taught myself to hold ground on one pivot |
And never be timid, call me the rap God |
A slave to the game just like Amistad |
I rap eager, a daydreamer |
I seen cats dance for crack, like Gator in Jungle Fever |
While the thugs bust shots til it just don’t stop |
I’ll have a fat knot, controllin finances through the laptop |
Enhancin your mind, at night when I rhyme |
I spit gems that shine havin you thinkin it’s daytime |
I be the final sign, at any rate, opposin debate |
For all rappers with militant mindstates |