Blu - Just Another Day (Verse 1)

they say rap's like a trap so i'm lookin for the map to the back door
sometimes i sit and wonder what the fuck im rappin for
so many cats more talented and never had a chance at it
not to mention it ni**as tryin to damage it
cold hearted vandalists fuckin up the culture
they actin like its kosher to rap for the advantages
makin the game scandalous
stranded so far from the art
you start to wonder if they ever were a fan of it
i'm diggin in the crates with the candles lit
lookin for a record to describe my anger so i can sample it
condense my feelings into 16 bars
and try to sugar coat my quotes so they wont see raw
and i can tell what all your folks dreams are
cuz all thos videos shows cuz hoes jockin ni**as knockin and cars
now the youngins want a piece of the pie
so the devils lets starvin and starts feedin em lies
now try n digest that
and you wonder why we buy stress sacks
to shit out what ni**as dish out without ex slacks
i'm tryin to get out of the west coast black
its a bad place to raise fam and i'll be damned if i ever get back
where shits at now, it'll make martin luther shake his head and sit back down
like didnt ya'll ni**as had the same dream
and malcolm x will wonder oh ya'll on the same team
the way these fiends keep drownin off in the mainstream
the lame thing about it is the same teams that bought it
probably skippin this song buildin walls around their ignorance
defendin whats wrong instead of fightin for freedom
thats why i only write what i believe in, nothing less

they say rap's like a trap so i'm lookin for the map to the back door
sometimes i sit and wonder what the fuck im rappin for
so many cats more talented and never had a chance at it
not to mention it ni**as tryin to damage it
cold hearted vandalists fuckin up the culture
they actin like its kosher to rap for the advantages
makin the game scandalous
stranded so far from the art
you start to wonder if they ever were a fan of it
i'm diggin in the crates with the candles lit
lookin for a record to describe my anger so i can sample it
condense my feelings into 16 bars
and try to sugar coat my quotes so they wont see raw
and i can tell what all your folks dreams are
cuz all thos videos shows cuz hoes jockin ni**as knockin and cars
now the youngins want a piece of the pie
so the devils lets starvin and starts feedin em lies
now try n digest that
and you wonder why we buy stress sacks
to shit out what ni**as dish out without ex slacks
i'm tryin to get out of the west coast black
its a bad place to raise fam and i'll be damned if i ever get back
where shits at now, it'll make martin luther shake his head and sit back down
like didnt ya'll ni**as had the same dream
and malcolm x will wonder oh ya'll on the same team
the way these fiends keep drownin off in the mainstream
the lame thing about it is the same teams that bought it
probably skippin this song buildin walls around their ignorance
defendin whats wrong instead of fightin for freedom
thats why i only write what i believe in, nothing less
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