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gonna get got - i'm tryin lyrics

they call me, triple jigga spit rhymes with vigor
and pull dime
chicks like a trigger
get pulled by (scratched) servicemen on iraqi civilians
or by
lapd on black street children
but f-ck the lapd let’s get back to the subject
it’s me
trip g!
i’ma tell ya little bit about myself since y’all
contributed
to my personal wealth by buying this here cd
but if you
downloaded it stop…
if ya paid… let the beat drop!
and let’s continue…
see? ya give a little get a little
now here’s a little riddle
who’s the man
who fell in love then watched all his hopes as they fell like a dove that got
shot out the sky
by d-ck cheney, man that guy’s a d-ck
but don’t let me
stray see im tryin to stay upon the subject
though i look forward to it like a
drug test
see i realize that what you don’t heal dies and what i feel lies
deep down where i can’t get to it
i’m empty, hollow, just bones flesh
fluid
my hearts got a wall and i can’t break through it (aww)

see my brain
pushed my pain down a long time ago
when i was a little boy watchin barry
manilow
feelin joy and pain when he played copacabana, yo
now i feel nothing
man… where did it go?
i don’t know but i know i must go down below
to where
the pain lies and let the pain rise
cause when satan dies is when i look into
his eyes and
my d-mn brain cries! uh

chorus:
i’m tryin hard to define
what i’m tryin hard to find
but i’m finding it hard cause’ it’s deep in my
mind
and i’m sometimes scared of what i might see… uh yo
so i slide down
the vine of my mind
with the help of some weed and some wine tryin to
find
what i’m tryin to find but sometimes i just wanna (bang!)
and be
free…
but then i think of all the people i love and in my mind’s
the picture
of their faces as they start to bury me.. uh yo
so i go back to tryin to find
what i’m tryin hard to find
but i’m finding it hard cause it’s deep in my
mind
and i’m sometimes scared of what i might see see see

verse 2:
uh…
think that you can email me and get up in my face?
back off i need my
sp-ce
and i ain’t talking bout no internet
i’m talking bout my inner
head
girl i told you, my motherf-ckin innards’ dead
cause’ every time i try
to express myself
i had to repress myself and so distress my health
like
when i was in junior high
and the science teacher found my lyrics
thats
when the fear kicks… in
sin… was what i like to write about
plus homeless
drug addicts, bones, blood, slugs, maggots
unleashing automatics into your
face
until it looked like bob sagets’
i imagined a world with no law or
consequences
and thus no mental fences, just relentless, death sentences
as i
unloaded glock after glock upon flock after flock of jock
my fear reaches into
cheerleaders hearts
leaving teachers buried under bleachers with broken
parts
images of burning flags, sperm in rags, german (scratched)
with their (scratched) in
herman munsters’ -ss
in short the typical stuff of junior high
but my teacher
saw it went “my oh my…
this is outrageous, we never heard a’ this…
we have to
get you right out to see a therapist
so that we can cure all of your
psychosis…”
and i said, “b-tch you could blow this…
i’ma lean right in to
your bad ear and say this sh-t
loud and clear:

(repeat chorus)
so girl
don’t cast me out i’m tryin
don’t drag me down, i’m flyin..
don’t let me
drown throw a line
i’m tryin to get upstairs and find zion
not to go
downstairs where i’d be fryin
upstairs with big and pac to kick rhymes
where
you can get yours and i can get mine
and maybe find what we tryin to find, but
keep in mind…
there’s only one person that i love
there’s only one one person
that i love
no you can’t know their name… stay away
no you can’t know their
name… stay away
stay away!

(repeat chorus)

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