Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. (A Cappella) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson C.R.E.A.M. (A Cappella) - Wu-Tang Clan



I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Stayin′ alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, ′Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin′ out gats for fun
But it was just the dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin′ woolies at 16
And runnin' up in gates, and doin′ hits for high stakes
Makin' my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Stickin′ up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin′ keys from across seas
Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made 40 G′s
Yo brothers, respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now
It′s been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin′, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world ′cause - is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Tryin′ to get a clutch at what I could not touch
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin', goin' up state′s my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us
Life as a shorty shouldn′t be so ruff
But as the world turns, I learned life is Hell
Livin' in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin′ chase, sellin' base
Smokin′ bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that′s the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what′s it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be livin′ proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's runnin′ wild, smokin' sess, drinkin′ beer
And ain't tryna hear what I′m kickin' in his ear
Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic




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