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cjay – tales from a hood nearby lyrics

[verse 1: cjay]
real prophecy…
it’s been a while since hip hop had a movie like this
look..
a young castro, grew up an -ssh0l-, doomed as adult
gangsta, grew him an afro, threw him in shackles
fit the description, mobbin’ with your crew is a h-ssle
for rascals, who is the jackal chewing tobacco?
that goes for life being mad depressing as an adolescent
never had a blessing, in and out of jail for having weapons
next it was drugs, he had possession
i’m guessing he had the carrots, the greens, all be needed was the salad dressin’
serving fiends, look at the sh-t he flipped at 16
big dreams of being on the big screen with get rich quick schemes
but it seems us blacks will never amount to nothing
and for a street n-gga, all he knows about is hustling
profitable, hungry b-tches lookin’ for a collar to pull
his street smarts is knowledgable
back home the streets is considered the black hole
the system is zero-tolerance; meaning the governments lactose
he had a steelo as cold as thirty below zero
the type to smoke weed in front of his p.o
g.o.d. knows what he’s been through and what he’s capable of
suffered from hate; full of love, straight from above
misguided, invited to the dark-side of his eyelids
see inside him is the fuel type of mileage in hybrids
violent childhood, true to the streets
tried to stop his mom from being brutally beat; knew he was weak
stress harder, step father less thought of, caught up in a suggested offer
and his mother accepted a domestic partner
his biological father left him at 2
pepé le pew; dirty-french speaking, haitians say it’s racist
but he got love for his zoe’s, wanted to know if the streets was his humble abode
keeping an eye on these snakes and jakes
ducking snitches that loved to watch him
if you f-cks with the cops then hustling wasn’t an option
f-ck an adoption, he begged his homie to sleep at his crib
as deep as it is he hoped to be at peace as a kid
he’s grown now, on his own now
chillin’ with the neighborhood thugs; gave him advice
saying you stressed, weak at the knees, all you need is the weed
trees keep me at ease, eyes vietnamese
now he’s influenced, grew up with his homie josh
white but half black, wait the main character just had a flash back
d-mn jamal, tears began to fall
he had a thought about that treacherous night
flash of the past, having a blast, rolling dice
imagine his -ss taunting n-ggas with a handful of cash
they were gambling, mister big shot’s hot; he got game
n-ggas gave him props, he stops before the cops came
but tonight that wasn’t the case, he’s about to get chased
faced without a route to escape
it’s intense, now there’s a crowd in the streets
loud as can be, listen up, here’s the sound of police
they jetted, dashed, cops is heavy, ready to catch his -ss
he ran, dropping his profit, f-ck it forget the cash
turning the corner, he caught up with his partners he warned him
he was late jumping the gate; put his hand at his waist
he was caught reaching for something so the officer shot at ya
oh my god is it joshua?
now his best-friend, more like a brother, is only a memory
loses his life slowly to hennessy
been through it all is the slogan, going head up in prison
siting, contemplating suicide; he’s fed up with living
he got out recently, living under probation
but now he’s back on the streets, packing some heat
the notorious one at 12:40 or 1
and that’s about the time the story begun….

[verse 2: cjay]
pardon my patience, as i wait i could feel my heart racing
i’m pacing back and forth from what i’m bout to partake in
this situation eating me up inside it’s starvation
dammit i’m dying, open my blinds there’s a car waiting
message from satan, it’s deeper than explaining poetry
new relief just came over me, hoping to gain control of me
my conscience, who do i choose, the good or the bad one?
the guts to end it all, b-tch i would if i had some
it’s suicide, am i unsure or am i done for?
is it a demon or the lord tellin’ me to come forth?
i heard a knock, my homie greeted me at the front door
he said, we got beef with some n-ggas who claim they want war
we left, hopped in the vehicle; slammed the door shut
he took a shortcut, word is i feel the urge that i’m nervous
my partner got his head high, what if i’m just a dead guy?
through my red eyes watching two cops as they sped by
f-ck a cop, clutching my glock, h-ll yeah my gun is c-cked
you bumbaclot, i look at my watch, i see it’s one o’ clock
for a second i thought i lost my beast mentality
i’m paranoid, thinking everyone on the streets is after me
deep in the ghetto i see these houses behind the store
my homie gave me this look, meaning it’s time for war
cautious, looking out for police as we slow creeped
i peeped seeing some n-ggas ahead on 24th street
we stopped five feet away from them n-ggas
where we can see a gang of em sip an eighth of that liquor
roll them windows down, you couldn’t see me aiming that trigger
what you thought a gangsta gon wait for them n-ggas?
my partner bust, then they bust back
hopped out the car like n-gga f-ck that f-ck that
this n-gga got his wig brushed back
back in the vehicle; took off speeding
all i hear is hard breathing, i look over i see my dawg bleeding
losing control of the car, my n-gga here’s what i could do
if we switch i would drive you to the nearest hospital
but i guess you get what you ask for
his head just hit the dashboard
think it’s best if we fast forward
now i’m in the emergency room, waiting for results
i gulp, tell me is there a pulse
lord i need your help, these signs are hard to make out
the doctor came in, saying his heart just gave out
awww sh-t, i don’t know what else to do
i’m so confused, what the h-ll did i get my self into
thinking outloud, “i had to be this hot shot”
i look up, who do i see? the same cop who shot josh
i never been this mad in years, i wiped the tears from my eyes
then i followed him as i despised
yo i’m tired of being f-cking confused
there’s a knife stuffed in my shoes
i don’t give a f-ck, there’s nothing to lose
you don’t know what this life bout
i followed him outside, caught him by himself and took the knife out
ran up on him like anderson
i started jabbing him and stabbing him like a savage inhabitant
i don’t know who to love, that’s what i call a goon or thug
stab him, stab him til he was laying in a pool of blood
f-ck swat, hood n-ggas is army fatigued
standing over his body, this lady saw me and screamed
thinking to myself “a cop isn’t far”
this is it, grabbed his gun and sat on top of his car
next thing you know, all i see is sirens surrounding me
and i could see a helicopter looking down at me
so here we are, guns pointed, screaming “drop your weapon”
a tighter grip on this glock, teaching these cops a lesson
god forgive me for what i’m bout to do
raise it, aim it at the side of my brain
c-ck back and shoot

(sirens…… screams…… car sounds)

- cjay lyrics

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