Gonna Get Got - I'm Tryin lyrics

They call me, Triple Jigga spit rhymes with vigor And pull dime Chicks like a trigger Get pulled by (scratched) servicemen on Iraqi Civilians Or by LAPD on black street children But f** the LAPD let's get back to the subject It's me TRIP G! I'ma tell ya little bit about myself since y'all Contributed To my personal wealth by buying this here CD But if you Downloaded it STOP… If ya paid… LET THE BEAT DROP! And let's continue… See? Ya give a little get a little Now here's a little riddle Who's the man Who fell in love then watched all his hopes as they fell like a dove that got Shot out the sky By Dick Cheney, man that guy's a dick But don't let me Stray see Im tryin to stay upon the subject Though I look forward to it like a Drug test See I realize that what you don't heal dies and what I feel lies Deep down where I can't get to it I'm empty, hollow, just bones flesh Fluid My hearts got a wall and I can't break through it (AWW) See my brain Pushed my pain down a long time ago When I was a little boy watchin Barry Manilow Feelin joy and pain when he played Copacabana, yo Now I feel nothing Man… where did it go? I don't know but I know I must go down below To where The pain lies and let the pain rise Cause when Satan dies is when I look into His eyes and My damn brain cries! UH CHORUS: I'm Tryin hard to define What I'm tryin hard to find But I'm finding it hard cause' it's deep in my Mind And I'm sometimes scared of what I might see… UH YO So I slide down The vine of my mind With the help of some weed and some wine tryin to Find What I'm tryin to find but sometimes I just wanna (bang!) And be Free… But then I think of all the people I love and in my mind's The picture Of their faces as they start to bury me.. UH YO So I go back to tryin to find What I'm tryin hard to find But I'm finding it hard cause it's deep in my Mind And I'm sometimes scared of what I might SEE SEE SEE VERSE 2: Uh… Think that you can email me and get up in my face? Back off I need my Space And I ain't talking bout no internet I'm talking bout my inner Head Girl I told you, my motherf**in innards' dead Cause' every time I try To express myself I had to repress myself and so distress my health Like When I was in Junior High And the science teacher found my lyrics Thats When the fear kicks… IN Sin… was what I like to write about Plus homeless Drug addicts, bones, blood, slugs, maggots Unleashing automatics into your Face Until it looked like Bob Sagets' I imagined a world with no law or Consequences And thus no mental fences, just relentless, d**h sentences As I Unloaded Glock after Glock upon flock after flock of jock My fear reaches into Cheerleaders hearts Leaving teachers buried under bleachers with broken Parts Images of burning flags, s**m in rags, German (scratched) With their (scratched) in Herman Munsters' a** In short the typical stuff of Junior High But my teacher Saw it went "My oh my… This is outrageous, we never heard a' this… We have to Get you right out to see a therapist So that we can cure all of your Psychosis…" And I said, "b**h you could blow this… I'ma lean right in to Your bad ear and say this sh** LOUD AND CLEAR: (Repeat Chorus) So girl Don't cast me out I'm tryin Don't drag me down, I'm flyin.. Don't let me Drown throw a line I'm tryin to get upstairs and find Zion Not to go Downstairs where I'd be fryin Upstairs with Big and Pac to kick rhymes Where You can get yours and I can get mine And maybe find what we tryin to find, but Keep in mind… There's only one person that I love There's only one one person That I love No you can't know their name… Stay away No you can't know their Name… Stay away Stay Away! (Repeat Chorus)