Shallow Days Lyrics
| Song | Shallow Days |
| Artist | Blackalicious |
| Album | Nia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : MOSLEY XAVIER LORENZO | |
| 作词 : MOSLEY XAVIER LORENZO | |
| Time and time, a brother asks why | |
| The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch | |
| I said "Simply because I don't live that wayStill kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough""But that won't sell,cause you gotta keep it realso that we can feelwhere you're coming fromBecause these streets is ill so if you ain'tkilling niggas in rhymesyour whole sound's just bubble gum" | |
| I said "I won't contribute to genocide;I'd rather try to cultivate an inner sideand try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mindThe devil and his army never been a friend of mine""But niggas don't wanna hear that shit" said the brother | |
| Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out"murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential parts | |
| Of our kids' heads | |
| Shallow days, you never wanna | |
| Let a brother be a brother | |
| Fully inner to the outer | |
| Caught up, and all them hollow nights | |
| Can't escape cause everywhere that | |
| I lookPeople frontin, and it just ain't right | |
| I said "Don't you know the powers that beare using people as pawns, devouring weuntil they see us all gone and outta the scene" | |
| And as I passed the chronic, he said "look at where I be,I tried to get a job for real,But all my homies hit licks, and rob and stealand keep fat pockets caught in a rut to catch groundthis way's in, plus who could you trust?" | |
| I said "I'm all about protecting mine,but neglecting minds be getting left behind.Why don't you change your environment?" | |
| He said "This is all I know,plus my fam's all that I got, I can't go" | |
| I said "You gotta make it for the fam""Damn," he said "I didn't make the ghetto,The ghetto made the man" | |
| I said "You're more than just that," | |
| Shook his hand, said "Damn, you gotta find a wayTo break the devil's master plan, peace" | |
| The word peace is just an expression | |
| Used to say bye when it's time to jet | |
| And them red black and green medallions | |
| Was all just part of the trend, | |
| I guessHardly ever see them around brothers' necks no more | |
| Instead of that gold, gats | |
| Inspiring gangstas and macks | |
| Who at the young age of four | |
| Be seeing more drama than war veterans | |
| Instead of learning | |
| God's laws | |
| And hip-hop is a voice who we enlist at | |
| To express how we be feeling about this and that | |
| But music does reflect life | |
| And kids look up to what you're portraying | |
| And mimic what you act like | |
| It's time for a new day | |
| An era in rap, conscious styles, | |
| Makin' them aware of the happenings | |
| But their ears seem more steered towards | |
| Self-annihilation so many might laugh | |
| And write this off, like | |
| I'm out here just | |
| Blowing wind, maybe label us soft or unreal, | |
| Something they can't feel, while they keep yellin | |
| Murder murder murder, kill kill kill |
| zuo qu : MOSLEY XAVIER LORENZO | |
| zuo ci : MOSLEY XAVIER LORENZO | |
| Time and time, a brother asks why | |
| The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch | |
| I said " Simply because I don' t live that wayStill kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough"" But that won' t sell, cause you gotta keep it realso that we can feelwhere you' re coming fromBecause these streets is ill so if you ain' tkilling niggas in rhymesyour whole sound' s just bubble gum" | |
| I said " I won' t contribute to genocide I' d rather try to cultivate an inner sideand try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mindThe devil and his army never been a friend of mine"" But niggas don' t wanna hear that shit" said the brother | |
| Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out" murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential parts | |
| Of our kids' heads | |
| Shallow days, you never wanna | |
| Let a brother be a brother | |
| Fully inner to the outer | |
| Caught up, and all them hollow nights | |
| Can' t escape cause everywhere that | |
| I lookPeople frontin, and it just ain' t right | |
| I said " Don' t you know the powers that beare using people as pawns, devouring weuntil they see us all gone and outta the scene" | |
| And as I passed the chronic, he said " look at where I be, I tried to get a job for real, But all my homies hit licks, and rob and stealand keep fat pockets caught in a rut to catch groundthis way' s in, plus who could you trust?" | |
| I said " I' m all about protecting mine, but neglecting minds be getting left behind. Why don' t you change your environment?" | |
| He said " This is all I know, plus my fam' s all that I got, I can' t go" | |
| I said " You gotta make it for the fam"" Damn," he said " I didn' t make the ghetto, The ghetto made the man" | |
| I said " You' re more than just that," | |
| Shook his hand, said " Damn, you gotta find a wayTo break the devil' s master plan, peace" | |
| The word peace is just an expression | |
| Used to say bye when it' s time to jet | |
| And them red black and green medallions | |
| Was all just part of the trend, | |
| I guessHardly ever see them around brothers' necks no more | |
| Instead of that gold, gats | |
| Inspiring gangstas and macks | |
| Who at the young age of four | |
| Be seeing more drama than war veterans | |
| Instead of learning | |
| God' s laws | |
| And hiphop is a voice who we enlist at | |
| To express how we be feeling about this and that | |
| But music does reflect life | |
| And kids look up to what you' re portraying | |
| And mimic what you act like | |
| It' s time for a new day | |
| An era in rap, conscious styles, | |
| Makin' them aware of the happenings | |
| But their ears seem more steered towards | |
| Selfannihilation so many might laugh | |
| And write this off, like | |
| I' m out here just | |
| Blowing wind, maybe label us soft or unreal, | |
| Something they can' t feel, while they keep yellin | |
| Murder murder murder, kill kill kill |
| zuò qǔ : MOSLEY XAVIER LORENZO | |
| zuò cí : MOSLEY XAVIER LORENZO | |
| Time and time, a brother asks why | |
| The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch | |
| I said " Simply because I don' t live that wayStill kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough"" But that won' t sell, cause you gotta keep it realso that we can feelwhere you' re coming fromBecause these streets is ill so if you ain' tkilling niggas in rhymesyour whole sound' s just bubble gum" | |
| I said " I won' t contribute to genocide I' d rather try to cultivate an inner sideand try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mindThe devil and his army never been a friend of mine"" But niggas don' t wanna hear that shit" said the brother | |
| Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out" murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential parts | |
| Of our kids' heads | |
| Shallow days, you never wanna | |
| Let a brother be a brother | |
| Fully inner to the outer | |
| Caught up, and all them hollow nights | |
| Can' t escape cause everywhere that | |
| I lookPeople frontin, and it just ain' t right | |
| I said " Don' t you know the powers that beare using people as pawns, devouring weuntil they see us all gone and outta the scene" | |
| And as I passed the chronic, he said " look at where I be, I tried to get a job for real, But all my homies hit licks, and rob and stealand keep fat pockets caught in a rut to catch groundthis way' s in, plus who could you trust?" | |
| I said " I' m all about protecting mine, but neglecting minds be getting left behind. Why don' t you change your environment?" | |
| He said " This is all I know, plus my fam' s all that I got, I can' t go" | |
| I said " You gotta make it for the fam"" Damn," he said " I didn' t make the ghetto, The ghetto made the man" | |
| I said " You' re more than just that," | |
| Shook his hand, said " Damn, you gotta find a wayTo break the devil' s master plan, peace" | |
| The word peace is just an expression | |
| Used to say bye when it' s time to jet | |
| And them red black and green medallions | |
| Was all just part of the trend, | |
| I guessHardly ever see them around brothers' necks no more | |
| Instead of that gold, gats | |
| Inspiring gangstas and macks | |
| Who at the young age of four | |
| Be seeing more drama than war veterans | |
| Instead of learning | |
| God' s laws | |
| And hiphop is a voice who we enlist at | |
| To express how we be feeling about this and that | |
| But music does reflect life | |
| And kids look up to what you' re portraying | |
| And mimic what you act like | |
| It' s time for a new day | |
| An era in rap, conscious styles, | |
| Makin' them aware of the happenings | |
| But their ears seem more steered towards | |
| Selfannihilation so many might laugh | |
| And write this off, like | |
| I' m out here just | |
| Blowing wind, maybe label us soft or unreal, | |
| Something they can' t feel, while they keep yellin | |
| Murder murder murder, kill kill kill |
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