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kayem (hip hop) - medlock road lyrics

verse 1:

came up through the struggle son
renegades and troublesome
but life for us just wasn’t lemonade and bubblegum
the things that i’ve seen
no amount of visine
could get my eyes clean
but still at home i was my mother’s son

when i was young she said don’t run in the streets
so i tried to start running the streets
had to run from police
sneak in my window hide up under the sheets
you see you try to get the most when you come from the least

my older cousin coming over asking me to hide his handgun
i tuck it in the shoebox of my and 1s
a week later he’d use it in a robbery
said when you come from poverty
you try to get that ransom

just some kids who don’t know better
with no cheddar
go getters
game was handed down like an old sweater
but this game ain’t have no referees
we tryna figure out the rules as some refugees
we were first generation
poverty levels among the worst in the nation
neighbors complaining and they would curse immigration
like “get em out our neighborhood”
and they’d try to make sure we don’t stay for good

now we throwing bricks through their window
cousins in the street selling bricks of the indo
but somehow we maintained our innocence
sunday afternoons it was trix and nintendo

chorus:
it all started on medlock
it all started on medlock road
it all started on medlock
it all started on medlock road
it all started on medlock
it all started on medlock road
it all started on medlock
it all started on medlock road

verse 2:
it all started on a street called medlock
dark secrets hiding underneath the bedrock
life was cool like white people with dreadlocks
but parents’ activities were enough to make the feds watch

they chose kentucky because there wasn’t no brown guys
didn’t wanna risk their kids growing up around spies
but soon we found lies
that the town hides
some people weren’t loyal so you know we had to downsize

my mama raised me up with principles
but every other day i’m in the office with the princ+p+l
start to feel invincible
until i’m in those handcuffs
9th grade mama crying she can barely stand up

close knit community, always had potlucks
had a couple people missing a few of them were locked up
mama said she had enough and couldn’t handle this
sent me off to stay with my uncle in los angeles
but things got scandalous
i came back eventually
it was time for me to start to grow up mentally

when tarek got shot in the back of the head
i couldn’t fathom the fact that he was actually dead
a week ago at shilito we were all playing basketball
now i’m still a kid and i gotta watch his casket fall

and when my pops had just died
it was a shot to my pride
cause i was right by his side
i just stood there hands in y pocket and cried
facing these feelings for the first time i’ve had them locked up inside

you go through things when you’re broke and poor
tryna get the things you hoping for
you try to open doors
was all pac wasn’t no rock’n”roll
at baskin robbins eating rocky road
but its a rocky road

was a menace
on the way to tennis
stealing cash out of cars with the megeriefs and anes

verse 3:

not quite american, wasn’t fully libyan
living in two worlds at a time like an amphibian
balancing those habitats
ain’t come from no cabbage patch
my father had to escape jail because of savage acts
where you either got in line or got the battle ax
came to the country of crooked coppers and cadillacs
matterfact
we were separated from family
all i had were the amrys
all i had were the addarrats

we wasn’t blood but we bled together
buried peers
lotta tears
that were shed together
through the years
broke bread
shared beds
unparalleled bond more than just friends forever

just some wild cats
who loved to watch the wildcats
kentucky basketball gave us something to smile at

i dreamt of getting drafted standing at the podium
used to watch the knicks at night no nickelodeon
knew a couple kids
who were destined to make it big
but ended up doing bids
and now they pumping petroleum

i sat in class right next to jenisha
she would be a journalist is what she told the teacher
i said that i be rappin
and she said what coil happen
when we both make it big maybe she could write a feature
two kids who had a dream
years later guess who interviewed me for complex magazine

it all started on medlock
(medlock road’s where i grew up)
it all started on medlock road
(medlock road before i blew up)
it all started on medlock
(medlock road’s what we threw up)
it all started on medlock road
(medlock road)
it all started on medlock
(thats where i grew up said medlock road)
it all started on medlock road
(before i blew up said medlock road)
it all started on medlock
thats what we threw up said medlock road)
it all started on medlock road

medlock road’s where i grew up
medlock road before i blew up
medlock road

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