Bavu Blakes - Eddie Long lyrics

[Verse 1: Bavu Blakes] Ain't no big deal Pretty typical mischievous teen but Breath of fresh air stepping on the scene but Nice guy but sometimes I did mean stuff to my own sisters Pretty much clean cut Only angelic in presence Far away from heaven No control of my tongue, quick to get irreverent Smoked enough cigarettes and blunts to k** a reverend By may 17, 1997 Lied to my people, told them I graduated Kept all the gifts, guilt left me agitated Threw away all I built as a journalist Hard-headed telling myself I could rap and make it New I coulda shoulda woulda been doing both But chose to do the most Trying to stunt my growth Battled through emotions Hid behind a song I'mma cast my stones at Eddie Long [Hook: Reggie Coby and Pamela Okeke] Eddie Long [Verse 2: Bavu Blakes] Now my story gets bad, but at times it gets greater Broke into my homie's house as a fifth grader A way to channel my curiosity for the worst And I don't think I'm a thief it's some sort of curse And I don't think I'm a liar, the truth sort of hurts Growing pains, growth spurts Instead of tripping off guilt, wanna be the judge Shed tears over my dirt, see the mud But I believe god wanted me to budge Content where I was, rapping like a mug If it made me sound good I would go record it A whale in a toilet, thought I was so important Talking on a cell phone I don't even own But I'mma cast my stone at Eddie Long Wanna feel better though I'm knowing I've been deadly wrong So I'm throwing my stones at Eddie Long [Hook: Reggie Coby and Pamela Okeke] Eddie Long [Verse 2: Bavu Blakes] Been trying to figure out what I got these gifts fa Meanwhile I've been deceptive, a trickster Victimized by somebody else, nope, pride Don't get me wrong when I say I played both sides Not a h*mo, hardly any punk in me But as far as missing my mark, I done plenty For example I have forsaken my family in favor of hanging on the ave Probably blew a quarter mill or a half on absolute trash and not just way in the past Took advantage of producers never paid for tracks Not to mention my investors never paid 'em back Unprotected naked s** with her then I judge her Tried to make some women menage and I'm not usher These are my confessions, I could go on and on But I'mma cast my stone at Eddie Long [Verse 3: Easy Lee] I wish that I was smarter or I had my life in order or at least prayed harder Like corduroy in water this is heavy on my soul I'm a p**n-watching joint-smoking Henny-sipping poet from the N.O My hip hop credentials in tact but morally my holy locomotive got stalled on them tracks In the meantime and between time spit the hardest rhymes winking at the cutie in the back with the native eyes That's a demon in disguise trying to shoot me like a movie flesh and beauty got me weaker than these laptop speakers Lap dance preacher 7 days without prayer makes one weaker Early bird wordsmith worm in my beaker Sax reed damp jazz Birdland features Ill compositions you can blame it on the hand Joe Brown gavel swing Eddie on the stand Only God can judge me