Life With No Crime by Haystak
Seems like yesterday, we was all here, you know? Money was good, good times. Standing around, drinks in our hands, money in our pockets. Nice cars. A lot of people are gone now, and for them, I wrote this here:
What if they told you you were worthless, born for no apparent purpose?
Would you believe 'em, and spend your whole life getting even?
See, I'm the product of a lack of logic,
Brought up by alcoholics right outside the projects.
Addicts and narcotics feed families; others have to starve,
No question there's a problem, but it's one I cannot solve.
Got involved selling dope, what them folks gonna do?
Send me back to jail so I can be with the crew?
Defenseless against the coldest world, homes,
I thought of growing up but never growing old.
Heard myths of a place where the streets were paved in gold,
My grandaddy took me to church, but they just never saved my soul.
(Life with no crime on my mind)
Life with no crime on my mind feels funny. [X4]
I want you to imagine rehabilitated criminals still making money,
Life with no crime on my mind feels funny.
"Cunning," "cold": words used to describe
The way I live, the way I've stayed alive.
85-95, that's a decade-plus,
Something's better than nothing when you ain't working with much.
Discussion with a touch of million dollar conversation,
We'll supply the products, push them all across the nation.
Distribution's a solution, music can be confusin',
Conclusions are illusions accused and bruised by new friends
When true friends who thick-and-thin think in statistics say
I will day any day if I continue to live this way.
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