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goldde – gold english lyrics

gold english

intro

i don’t care if you blood or crip, white or black, skinny or fat, this music for all, we gotta unite and mount up and get this money, because they trying to trick you off the streets, they trying to send you to prison & give you a number, they trying to block your vision, they trying to turn your sky into a ceiling
keep a mind of a militant soldier, this the militant mind of goldde

v.1
on everything, little goldde got a gun, he was 14, mama’s only son, weigh him on a bean, his heart weigh a ton, heavyweight out the gate it’s a war real & fake, he the one, they tried to eliminate, knowing he’ll hold the power and rank in the final hour, i’m holding the torch, flaming on fire, look in my eyes see the light in a dark mind, grew up in a c0ke house, mama had large amounts, baseheads freebasing on the couch in and out, followed by gunshots, then the sirens, a knock at the door in the morning that’s the swat team, that’s how i was raised, yeah, it’s crazy ain’t it insane, house burnt to the ground up in flames by the flash-bang hand grenade, see those childhood memories so vividly, my life was a movie let me show it to you lyricly

(the fbi now saying that los angeles gangs have franchised crack operations in more than 25 cities, towns as unlikely as omaha, kansas city, denver)

v.2
bless the lost souls, that we lost along the journey, they ain’t graduate, made it to the mortuary at an early date, talkin baby’s mane, 15, 16, lost they life behind the streets and this gang thing, everybody made a mockery for industry, homies turning in their graves over currency, monetary gain don’t seem like no fair exchange, when you tarnish the legacy of the real thang, my mind state, let’s elevate, and -ssimilate, this eagle knowledge that teachers don’t teach in college, that hard knocks scholarship, only earned through that gang violence, prison yard politic, prison riots, solitary confinement, now i’m back on the streets a felon seeking realignment in society, body dripping gold english, million people trying to read, even preachers couldn’t reach me, i’m a product, of environment, the end result the cocaine epidemic, that’s why we gang bang, and shoot out the windows, loading pistols up with gloves on fundamentals, yeah

(we all, are products of our environment, and you got to understand the things you seen, the things you went through in your life, going to make you who you are, it’s going to make you stronger, see, your strengths comes from your struggles, and back in the eighties my n-gga goldde mama had a trap, slangin that mother f-cking dope out the trap house, & somebody snitched, and somebody else hated, and the swat team came and burned that mother f—– down with a flashbang, but that didn’t stop s— cuz the money kept coming and you got to understand that’s what made my n-gga goldde mind, militant, we the business)

- goldde lyrics

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