Donc voici un texte que je viens de finir en math (le prof il sen fout,il sait que chui un cas désesperé). Sa raconte un peu...comment se passe la vie de tout le monde dans le hood...en fait cest plus un survol de s'qui s'passe a SoReal, des phrases qui en disent long...:
Fucked Up Man even if i aint born in a ghetto//
Even if my place aint cracked by hoes//
I can say you that my life aint perfect//
I think this shitty life is the street effect//
Yeah man im sayin ya our lifes fucked up//
My only you to survive is by doing hold ups//
In my youth i had all what i need//
But now its different im watchin my back, fearing of beein bleed//
I'm watchin my hood and my life and im sayin ya, ill finish bad//
But i dont give a f**k i dont wanna stay in the shade//
Every days and nights im hearin gunshot and cops light//
Yeah that's my life, thats how i life my fight//
Since my first blunt im thinkin ; my life so weird//
Im tryna survive for havin' cash/fame and power//
[Refrain]
Man my life's fucked up//
One day iM dooin' gangsta bop//
And the next day i'm straght walkin to school//
And juste after dinner i shot some Crippy fools//
In dunno if ill survive by school/rap or crime//
What i know is that time is cash and cash is time//
I never had a f**kin drunked dad//
But it dont matters, cause of him ive been so mad//
Detention, bad scores,i was gettin hit for nothin//
My dads just one of my reason of banging//
Man my hoods gettin worst every night//
Im sure that in 5 years every teens gonna be knights//
Every days and nights more drugs deals//
Im walkin and im seein so much guys needin to be heal//
Yeah its SoReal the Quebec's drug capital//
You can buy drugs everywhere, even at the mall//
Shit,Hash,E,Speed even Salvia//
But 4 hard drugs it aint our dealas//
Tryna get a SoReal teen who never take a blunt//
My im sayin ya it gonna be a hard hunt//
(refrain)
What my enemies and my homies have in common?//
Every we're all lightin a blunt//
I think this place gonna be Quebec's future Compton//
In 5 years what you'll see's gangstas and bum//
Every one's sayin were a f*ckin lost generation//
Yup, thats true, all we know's survive and at least qe have fun//
How are we doin' cash? well simly by drug dealin and by stuff robery//
What do we do eith dis cash?? we're simply flirtin with the Mary//
What you want is what you have nigga//
But you need some sacrifices to be a real playa//
'round my hood everyone haves is problems//
Can be for drugs, school or they're nervous of havin' snitched there mens//
(refrain)
In last all i wanna say's ; man tryna survive//
Or try not to take the crime dive//
Just watch the news there's always gangbang and murder//
Dawson was just 1 famous of these things, remember//
Every days, every nights there's someone bleeding//
In Mtls suburbs, theres Gs tryna be the king//
Would do anything 2 be at the top//
That's just some reasons why life's fucked up//
(refrain x3)
Sujet: Fucked Up --- Diym (premier texte U.S.) 
Jeu 22 Mar - 10:55
