Dilated Peoples - Cut My Teeth paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Cut My Teeth - Dilated Peoples



The strong prey upon the weak
This is where I learned to stand on my own feet
So much I see
On the streets of Venice Beach is where I
Cut my teeth
So much I see
On the streets of Venice Beach is where I
Cut my teeth
So much I see
Cut my teeth
I remember how it all began
I used to switch graffiti tips on cans with both hands
No chance
I knew they couldn′t stop this rush
Our bus bench was a stop, and they ain't stopping the bus
I caught the fever
At sixteen I copped a beater
Now it′s me against the world
Sit in my own two-seater
I drove slow on roads that lead freedom
What I believe in
Known that I'd be leaving
Let me in jump up the timeline to currents events
I went around the world twice on award tours
It never ends
Mike Will did, but others didn't make it
Others still hungry, so the others gonna take it
Shit is basic when you put it the pot and let it simmer
Like the sun been setting later in the Summer than the Winter shit
Where I′m from I keep the oven sizzling
I cut my teeth at Venice Beach
Then hit my peoples with some of the wisdom
The strong prey upon the weak
This is where I learned to stand on my own feet
So much I see
On the streets of Venice Beach is where I
Cut my teeth
So much I see
On the streets of Venice Beach is where I
Cut my teeth
So much I see
Cut my teeth
I learned a nickel cost more than a dime
Before I learned to rhyme
Crenshaw and Venice
St. Charles is more specific
Then Pico and Fairfax the Ethiopian district
Everything changes
Noticing both of them look different
I can think back
Though life goes on so keep living
Didn′t step to OGs on the block to seek wisdom
Or I'd be crippin′
But they teach the street systems
Street soldiers and street politicians
I'd keep listening
Smoking in the homey′s rental
Blazing instrumentals
Something like a steel elephant trunk came through the window
Eyes traced the barrel to a friendly face
"Caught you slipping!"
Broke the blunt
Gave us back the lit half and kept dipping
Had that beach cruiser whipping
Then stopped
He turned around, came back and told me
"It's a war zone, go home!
Draw something
Matter of fact, write something raw for me
Call you tomorrow."
That was the last time that I saw him
But I took it as a sign
Standing at the crossroads
I saw a different world was mine
It was with me all the time
Appreciative, never satisfied
Inspired to climb
Eyes wide
Mid city lit that fire inside
The strong prey upon the weak
This is where I learned to stand on my own feet
So much I see
On the streets of Venice Beach is where I
Cut my teeth
So much I see
On the streets of Venice Beach is where I
Cut my teeth
So much I see
Cut my teeth



Writer(s): Maman Alan, Taylor Rakaa W, Oroc Christopher, Perretta Michael


Dilated Peoples - Directors of Photography
Album Directors of Photography
date de sortie
11-08-2014




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