Kruwl aKa Isodope
29-12-2004, 05:34 PM
http://www.hip-hopkings.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2193
This was originally going to be done on audio, but i sound like a twit. So here is the text version. Its a story of blood brothers.
This is a grimy tale, of families who fail to adhere to themselves
Conflicts that raised hell, in households who knew all to well
They needed help, even pleaded with schools to bend rules to keep kids outa jail
Welfare left them lost, their benefits rose so they couldn’t cover the cost
The money lifted like honey outa pots, their government left them to rot
The states the only welfare we got, an their healthcare is about to be stopped
The sons lifted shops; they glared at cops and shared in brandy shots
By 21, the madness from youth had run, straight through the roof
One bought a gun, while the other was stunned, the mum couldn’t believe what happened to her son
His bro who wanted to get even, called up his boys to start cleaving
Walks into a bank, and lets be frank, till someone sank he wasn’t leaving
Women screaming as shells fired walls were bleeding he was dreaming
He awakes to find his mind blinded by pride but deep inside his feelings lied
He tried to hide the fact he had cried for his brother who was tried and left to die
He decided that fact was he couldn’t stand by so he got his brother out on the sly
It happened so fast the doors busted in and the cannons threw full blast
It was maddening the fact that the twos plans crashed as men entered with masks
They got caught with stacks of cash n three keys of crack n hash
Broke their stash n looted their flat till they found a picture of their past
‘Chief I know this man’ we locked him up for possession of arms
‘Now he is carrying grams, book him in for the terms’ but he stayed calm
Palm sweat slicked and brow wet dripped pushed the cop so he tripped
Chipped his tooth pulled out batons but he gave em the boot an kicked
Some sense into dense cops who gave him false pretence n tried to break his legs
So he upped an fled, now he’s in the west end making big deals inflation gave him a big head
His brother born n bred they shared the same bed was left blood red from blood shed
They say blood brothers die at the same time, he was gunned in his prime
And with that I run to the light at the end of my rhyme…
This was originally going to be done on audio, but i sound like a twit. So here is the text version. Its a story of blood brothers.
This is a grimy tale, of families who fail to adhere to themselves
Conflicts that raised hell, in households who knew all to well
They needed help, even pleaded with schools to bend rules to keep kids outa jail
Welfare left them lost, their benefits rose so they couldn’t cover the cost
The money lifted like honey outa pots, their government left them to rot
The states the only welfare we got, an their healthcare is about to be stopped
The sons lifted shops; they glared at cops and shared in brandy shots
By 21, the madness from youth had run, straight through the roof
One bought a gun, while the other was stunned, the mum couldn’t believe what happened to her son
His bro who wanted to get even, called up his boys to start cleaving
Walks into a bank, and lets be frank, till someone sank he wasn’t leaving
Women screaming as shells fired walls were bleeding he was dreaming
He awakes to find his mind blinded by pride but deep inside his feelings lied
He tried to hide the fact he had cried for his brother who was tried and left to die
He decided that fact was he couldn’t stand by so he got his brother out on the sly
It happened so fast the doors busted in and the cannons threw full blast
It was maddening the fact that the twos plans crashed as men entered with masks
They got caught with stacks of cash n three keys of crack n hash
Broke their stash n looted their flat till they found a picture of their past
‘Chief I know this man’ we locked him up for possession of arms
‘Now he is carrying grams, book him in for the terms’ but he stayed calm
Palm sweat slicked and brow wet dripped pushed the cop so he tripped
Chipped his tooth pulled out batons but he gave em the boot an kicked
Some sense into dense cops who gave him false pretence n tried to break his legs
So he upped an fled, now he’s in the west end making big deals inflation gave him a big head
His brother born n bred they shared the same bed was left blood red from blood shed
They say blood brothers die at the same time, he was gunned in his prime
And with that I run to the light at the end of my rhyme…