Tell A Story

This is your life, yo
You got ups and you got downs man
You got downs and you got ups
We all go through the same thing on different days
Man don't act like you ain't like me
What, you don't put your pants on one leg at a time?
What's going on with you playa
Let me tell you somethin man
I might even tell you about your life on this one, lookie here
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These the things we all go through
It's everyday life for me and you
Don't feel bad, I know you feel bad
Things that happen every day
Around the world or around your way, we just
Tell the story, tell the story
Where can I start
Start at the part
Me at the park
Playin this part
Provin this role
Waitin, I'm old
Just got fronted an eighth for that blow
Now you burnin the pot
Watchin it rock
Back on the block
With a few in the sock
Doing the heavy
Cops in the chevy
Scopin his every move already
Smooth and deadly
Cool his belly
Probably get popped right in front of the deli
The ghetto to mallon
His tools was heavy
His crew was ready
To do whatevy
Got juice but not tryin to turn in the pot
Now he burnin the pot
And he watchin it rock
Chop drop swap cop
Chop drop swap cop
Chop stop you pop we cops
Swallow that work and he ran up the block
Only thirteen he ain't know what it mean
But he lovin the green, the american dream
His momma says stop but his father was hot
Couldn't just stop cause he coulda got shot
They move him down south to straighten him out
And he's still selling dope by the big warmer house
What you gon' do when it's all up to you
Stuck in this cell, ain't nothing to do but...
Tell the story, tell the story
Here we go now
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Jenny was bad she stayed on suspension
Hung around guys she liked that attention
Give her daddy an honorable mention
He wrote her letters while he was in prison
Brother ain't home, momma was gone
Working them doubles now she all alone
Stuck at the crib with no food or a phone
What you thinkin your girl gon' be on
Party at jam's house people would come
Sippin that sizzurp, hittin them blunts
Underage kids could come and get drunk
Did I hit it? Well maybe just once
She had a boyfriend, they was in love
He had a job he was sellin them, uhh
Same shit's on the streets
Now she gettin two letters a week singin
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
When you're looking for love, and daddy ain't there to hug
And two is the loneliest number is as bad as one
When you're hurtin your soul
Thinking I'll make it, feelin at home, but...
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This is starting to get old
Got me feelin like whales in a fish bowl
When the city with summers can get cold
Bring your army, your Hummers gon' get stole
Everybody and they momma got bad credit
It don't matter we ball like we athletic
On the run from the cops till we asthmatic
In a house with that belt and your ass met it
This ain't nothin but life for a ghetto youth
That I'll write and then spit in this little booth
If I lie I still mix it with little truth
Girl, like lil deaf nigga I'm living proof
Dont get mad because I'm stuck in this glory
And y'all rappers ain't got nothing for me
But right now I guess the story's over, story's over
Rhymefest, Allido Records man
We document this story for you
Puttin it down
Chicago
We just, tell a story
We get on Maury
We outta here