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bad move - perspective lyrics

perspective lyrics
[verse 1]
left hand, messin’ it, leaving wrecks in his place
one man, desolate, with no check to his name
rob a liquor store, tired of begging for change
plan out, the method for getting a meal on his plate
he thinkin; “i can’t buy no weapon money is the cause for this
fake it till you make it, uh, that is my prerogative”
imma walk up to the store clerk, hand warped in my jacket
told the store clerk “give me all the money trust me man i’m packing!
and i don’t wanna hurt you i’m just hungry and i’m homeless
i’ve got nothing left in life to lose so give me all the money in the register
i’m telling ya, don’t try nothing phony or my handgun might start acting out and earn himself a tony.”
store clerk like; ” sir it’s okay, i’ve been in your place before
you don’t have to worry i can help you out, so say no more
i can understand that you feel lesser of a man when people act like you are trash just cuz you ain’t want a healthy choice
i’ve been down on my luck before, we need opportunities
how can we build communities if we do not have unity?
so how about i hire you, employee, you and me”
before the man could answer back he was already to his knees
[chorus]
these the left and right side to life
livin’ wrong don’t make dying right
people can change, get stuck in our ways and need a bit of guiding light
life takes it’s toll, the lighting strikes
i see darker days and brighter nights
i’m steering clear but needless i’m just clearing sight
left and right, decide to life
livin’ wrong don’t make dying right
people can change, get stuck in our ways and need a bit of guiding light

[verse 2}
right hand, good samaritan, regular dude
on the way home from work pickup accouple of brews
the drive home from work takes about an hour or two
cigarettes’ smell on his nails from the late afternoon
safe job, boring people, average day
got a nice house from the revenue his salary pay
he unhappy with his life, from abandoning dreams
but he roll with the punches, daddy taught him; be mean
get off the exit, on the e+way
on the way to his crib red light camera flash on him right where he live
p+ssed off, he go home and kicks off his shoes
get relaxed but then remember that he still wants them brews
on his way out the house before he cut off the lights
he grabbed his gun because he know that people creeping at night
head down the street to the corner where the liquor store at
look through the window on the door like, “yo is this really that?”
he see a man, dusty couple patches on his pants leg
weapon in his hand, if i don’t stop him then that mans dead
“i only got one choice, ill be a hero” what that man said
he grabbed on his weapon and he aimed it at the mans head

- bad move lyrics

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