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joey wes - generation y lyrics

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[intro]

the need to be great

turns into an obsession and keeps a n-gga up late

writin’ words, hopin’ people observe the dedication

that stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred

hook: i’m rhyming again, i’m humming again like slave in the midst of a cotton field, wielding this shield of rotten earth we live in,no kidding winning no children really i’m not willing

[verse 1]

gospel feeds my soul but hip hop feeds my mental

it’s just the way the instrumental meets with pen and phases the detrimental . experience of the soul got me trippin n’ feeling like a -ssh0l- , i’m deep jamming to ab-soul, trippin of them dead folks. thinking back to the days when momma was dead broke that’s when all h-ll-broke- lose en loosened the grip to my sad soul that’s how that goes

these lines are so intricate got me feeling trifecta. i affect her with the words spewed from my mouth now that’s a f-ckin’ x-factor

i mow down on the gr-ss like a tractor , really it’s hard to take how rappers let each other down their blood has turned raptor, cold-blooded. listening to old rap back when their ears were studded , discarded my wrist watch tired of dope spots, running back home to get squashed by my mama , no father figure in sight but this light in my eyes gets concentrated in white

pray for the day i get to meet with my darling wife

hook: i’m rhyming again, i’m humming again like slave in the midst of a cotton field, wielding this shield of rotten earth we live in,no kidding winning no children really i’m not willing

[verse 2]

days are evil but n-ggurs the more, i can’t keep score of the flaws that keep n-ggurs at war . my reality sure of laws that board over boarders that keep me invlovled but still i evolve from an innocent child to n-gga with a revolver. tell my momma i’m sorry reminiscing to my former days of glory, n-ggurs be catching feeling and they be stuarting. what’s really important?

life after death or is it death after life . pick your poison and tell what it feel like

that’s the f-cking reason, my rhymes reece-sasitate the game my flow is nasty you lame how you think about the fame than changing someones life. it’s funny how we go through strife and challenges that might mess up our whole life but still we make through

[verse 3]

i’m rhyming again, i’m humming again like slave in the midst of a cotton field, wielding this shield of rotten earth we live in,no kidding winning no children really i’m not willing i’m black so i’m a villain, epitome off venom something that has been encrypted by the white man poisoning children ,grandchildren and generations to come

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