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Another Day Lyrics

Just another day living in the hood
Just another day around the way
Feelin' good today
Check it out, look

They say rap is like a trap
So I'm lookin' for the map to the back door
Sometimes I sit and wonder what the f*** I'm rapping for
So many cats more talented and never had a chance at it
Not to mention n***** tryna damage it
Cold hearted vandalists, f***** up the c**ture
They acting like its cosher to rap for the advantages
Making the game scandalous
Straying so far from the art
You start to wonder if they ever was a fan of it
I'm digging in the crates with the candles lit
Lookin for a record to describe my anger so I can sample it
Condense my feelings into sixteen bars
And try to sugarcoat my quotes or they won't seem raw
And I can tell what all your folk's dreams are
Cause all the video shows is hoes jockin' n***** knockin' they cars
Now the youngins want a piece of the pie
So the devil let some starve n start feeding em' lies
Now try to digest that
And you wonder why we buy stress sacks
The s*** out when n***** dish out without exlax
We tryna get out the west coast black
It's a bad place to raise fam and I'll be d***ed if I ever get back
Where s***'s at now
It'd make martin luther shake his head and sit back down
Like "Did y'all n***** have the same dream"
And malcom x would wonder "are y'all on the same team"
The way these fiends keep drowning off in the mainstream
The lame thing about it is the same teams that bought it
Are probably skippin' this song
Building walls around their ignorance defending whats wrong
Instead of fighting for freedom
That's why I only write what I believe in
And nothing less
[Chorus 2x]
"Another" "1", "Another" "2", "Another "3" "Whatchu gon do"
"Another" "4", "Another" "5", "Another day" "Stayin alive was no jive"

I should have listened when my moms told my a** stay in class
Shoulda listened instead of ditching to get a little a**
Or maybe I shoulda listened to my pops
When he told me hip hop won't do s*** but keep me on the block
Or maybe I should listen to my n***** pitchin' rocks
Cause they pushin' nice whips from cookin' white bricks
Or maybe I should be like my uncle
That n**** pimpin' white chicks
But none of them lead a life like this
It's like the right do right just to try to stay the f*** outa hell
But for me, I'm trying to stay the f*** out of jail
Cause I can smell trouble comin' my way
Plus there's so many reasons a n**** wanna keep a gun at his waist
And it don't take much to make them pull out
Cause n***** die for they rides, money and broads, or callin' the wrong hood out
And suckas still trippin' on colors like a m**** f*****' racist
My cousin was bangin' at my aunt's cookout
It's a full out war and i don't know who to listen to
I thought rap was a positive gap that i could get into
But nowadays you gotta bust a cap if they dissin' you
Either that or be labled a b**** cause you didn't shoot
It's hard to pick and choose right from wrong
Like if you rap about freedom nobody likes your song
But do a track about cheating, b****** will play it all night long
See i don't get it why the rightous fall
Like my ex used to b**p Xzibit
And her favorite line was "i be catchin' b****** while b****** be catchin' feelings"
Yet she don't want me trickin' around
See she idolize the lifestyle but don't want none of it goin' down
It's kinda like these phony clowns thinkin' they hood dwellers
Actin' mafioso cause they seen Good Fellas
Now they runnin' through the hood yellin' blu is buckin' round
Bet you givin' your attention to me now
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