Blu & Exile - Another Day lyrics

[Intro] Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Just another day, another day [Verse 1] They say rap’s like a trap So I’m looking for the map to the back door Sometimes I sit and wonder what the f** I’m rapping for So many cats more talented That never had a chance in it Not to mention n***as tryna damage it Cold hearted vandalists f**ing up the culture They acting like it’s kosher to rap for the advantages Making the game scandalous Stranded so far from the art You start to wonder if they ever was a fan of it I’m digging in the crates with the candles lit Looking for a record to describe my anger so I can sample it Condense my feelings into sixteen bars And try to sugarcoat my quotes so they won’t seem raw And I can tell what you folks’ dreams are Cus all the video shows Is hoes jocking n***as knocking on cars Now the young’uns want a piece of the pie So the devil let’s them starve and start feeding em lies Now try to digest that And you wonder why we buy stress sacks To sh** out what n***as Dish out without Ex-Lax I’m trying to get outta the west coast, Blacc It’s a bad place To raise fam And I’ll be damned if I ever get back Where sh**’s at now It’ll make Martin Luther shake his head And sit back down Like these n***as had the same dream And Malcolm X would wonder All y’all are on the same team The way these fiends keep Droning on in the mainstream The lame thing about it The same teams that bought it Probably skipping this song Build the walls around the ignorance Defending what’s wrong Instead of fighting for freedom That’s why I only write in what I believe in and nothing less [Verse 2] I shoulda listened when my Moms told my a** to stay in cla** Shoulda listened instead of ditching to get a little a** Or maybe I shoulda listened to my Pops when he told me hip-hop won’t do sh** But keep me on the block Or maybe I shoulda listened to my n***as pitching rocks Cause they pushing nice whips from cooking white bricks Or maybe I should be like my uncle That n***a be pimping White chicks But none of em lead a life like this It’s like the right do righteous To try to stay the f** out of hell But me, I’m tryna stay the f** out of jail Cause I can smell trouble coming my way Plus there’s so many reasons a n***a want to keep a gun to his waist It don’t take much to make him pull out Cause n***as die for they rides, money and broads or calling the wrong hood out And s**ers still tripping on colors like a motherf**ing racist My cousin was banging at my Aunt’s cookout It’s a full-out war and I don’t know who to listen to I thought rap was a positive gap I could get in to But nowadays you gotta bust a cap if they dissing you Either that or be labeled a b**h cause you didn’t shoot It’s hard to pick and choose right from wrong Like if you rap about freedom, nobody likes your song But do a track about cheating, b**hes will play it all night long I don’t get it why the righteous fall Like my ex used to bump Xzibit and her favorite line was I be catching b**hes while b**hes be catching feelings Yet she don’t want me tricking around See, she idolize the lifestyle but don’t want none of it going down It’s kinda like these phony clowns thinking they hood dwellers Acting Mafioso cause they seen Goodfellas Now they running through the hood yelling Blu is bucking rounds Bet you’re giving your attention to me now