| Title: So | |
| Solid Crew - | |
| Broken Silence [VERSE 1] | |
| I grew up in the same places, | |
| Squeeky got shot in the face, | |
| I saw Abrahams brain split on the pave, | |
| He jumped off the block, right where the kids play, | |
| We used to sit everyday, | |
| Chattin' sh*t, | |
| We all strayed, | |
| I guess its deep-seeded urban decay, | |
| From my angle | |
| I can see the ghetto burning away, | |
| I wanna cry, | |
| I find myself turning away, | |
| This kid 16, | |
| Burning the yay, | |
| Mislearning the game, | |
| I send a prayer for the pain [Chorus] | |
| As I stand here, | |
| Oooooo, Watching the world go round, | |
| How it always gets me down, | |
| Is it supposed to be like this? | |
| Like this? | |
| As we ride, (As we ride) | |
| Oooooo, To gain an edge in life, | |
| Someone always seems to try, | |
| To come in the way, | |
| Is it supposed to be like this? [VERSE 2] | |
| I come from a place where, | |
| U can't tell what's round the corner, | |
| Going to jail, | |
| Or fail, Getting f**ked up, | |
| Like them little black kids from | |
| Bronxtale, | |
| Well, As long as we're living in hell, | |
| In the streets violence will always swell, | |
| I can tell u a thourand tales, | |
| Documented and detailed, | |
| And most n*ggas can relate around the world, | |
| My nigga ? found, | |
| With bullet rounds in his chest, | |
| Up in the | |
| ATL, And the papers hate me well, | |
| I'm trying to revoke the violence, | |
| Not promote the violence, | |
| This is my broken silence, | |
| And u can hear my screams louder than police sirens, | |
| I'm tynna fight back, | |
| Like my n*gga little | |
| Byron, Just as long as | |
| I love and stay vibrant, | |
| I shall provail, | |
| And I shall not betrayal, | |
| I shall put my hands up at the end and say | |
| I done wrong, | |
| Only time | |
| I tell, fo' real [Chorus] [VERSE 3] [Last verse coming from the heart] | |
| I guess we need more stability, | |
| It's like we're imprisoned in the ghetto and it's getting to me, | |
| To the point where | |
| I'm feeling institutionalised, | |
| Look in my eyes, | |
| U'll see pain in it, | |
| But who can decide? | |
| Whether I stay entrapped in, | |
| Packed in, | |
| Or fly from the restraining of thoughts packed in, | |
| Inside my brain but, | |
| I proclaim that | |
| I will withstand the rain in, | |
| In order to get out this game, plus, | |
| The media, | |
| Government, | |
| Tried to blow us, | |
| But they can't doust the flame, | |
| Or doubt the name, | |
| Sh*t and ur evolution's about to change, | |
| Trust me, | |
| Sitting round tables with the ties and shirts, | |
| With the lust to discuss me, | |
| You disgust me, | |
| So I must be, | |
| As level headed as | |
| I can, To neva back pedal on the plan, | |
| So we can all hold hands together, | |
| Unite so we can live as one [Chorus (x2)] |
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