Coast - Home Town lyrics

[Tones] The same place I copped my dub to smoke is where they cut they throats Shooting up in pissy stairways without a touch of hope But where I'm from the crackheads always roam Pigs kick down doors so it hits close to home It's harder than I thought, whenever I hear the rhyme Or realizing there's no emcees left on this island Only dope fiends and kids who get whips at 15 When I'm tryna change the world with one 16 It's Bad Karma in the flesh tryna make it good Mr. Rogers don't bother in my neighborhood Cuz it's a beautiful day til the truth is displayed Trooping through the war with one boot in the grave But you know the drill, rock this shoe if you fit in it Just yesterday I seen the future in this little kid And today came the past when I turned on the news He OD'ed from seeing and believing these alternative views [Hook - Tones] It's where the truth get told, where the youth get old, but it soothe my soul, in my It's where the lies get spoke, where the rhymes get wrote, and that lie gets smoked, it's in my It's where the crack gets smoked, where the back gets swollen, it's where that rap came from, it's in my It's where my friends OD, it all depends on me, I guess it's meant to be, in my [Ayedeal] I was born and raised in the heart of Long Island 25A always the highway we stay wylin 3-47 driving got 4-5 for dialing d**h ?? express yourselves or go to hell next Skeleton steps down to the key of the city We ain't even on the bridge cuz Brooklyn and Queens is getting gritty Quickly go from the tropics to dropping snow storms When I hoard mine til sunrise watch the cold gone Go from 4 to 95, rise so fast, I hold on Suffering Suffolk can ????? and move on Truth on the song pa**ed down to cash cow county Don't need CC's to see that spike's your life's bounty How we suppose to be their hero when fear of drowning Body counts, a mountain of needles while filled with evil A bunch of ones and zeros only seen as dead people Don't doubt me now this just my home town preview (Hook) [Coast] I don't ever go back there because it still hurts The air is stale like it's jail, cuz till dirts Some of them won't make it out, and it's crazy how My motivation is the same sh** that keeps um down Pigs don't do nothing, they just breaking balls Besides that the whole community's afraid to call They break the windows out your whip for a dollar in change Because these people never had sh**, nothing is safe This f**ing place is the worst, I could swear it is But it's the story of my life so I'm sharing it Felt like I didn't belong because my skin's white But I will walk with my head high midnight I was never scared of sh** because it talk me that And if you weeped you a b**h and they called you that It's the pits, call it sh**, it's the f**ing slums But it makes me who I am cuz it's where I'm from (Hook) [Coal Cash] I came up in the 90's when the Island was serious Now it's h**n junkies with their mind on delirious Vicarious in their teens, feeding amphetamines Dreams are better seen forgotten, dropping from Oxycontin Plotting schemes, cream chasing, home invasion While you blaze to the dome, too stoned for the occasion They made leads in Rome, it's full blown through the tri-states Migrate through chromosomes and it's grown at a high rate Dilate your pupils, cooking dope with your spoon Fill a room full of addicts, the habits damage is brutal For the cool approval, this includes usual suspects We must get it out of the schools, they seen enough d**h Too much stress, and no rest for the righteous True emcees need a rep, not many left in the cypher But it's d**h to vipers, in diapers for baby sh** The streets that raised me made me crazy but lately it makes me sick (Hook) [Tabs] Catch me driving around town sparking L's with car lighters Or in front of Napa's with a blunt and a bunch of bar fighters We don't walk around with semi automatic full clips But if you see our famous statue you know we on some bullsh** It's a place where rumors fly about you and I It's unsettling they shooting h**n in junior high I can't lie, I was addicted to the dutch smoke But I had to watch my back cuz most of these cats are cutthroats Say my name around this place and it's gotta be love Home of the finest chronic and some wannabe thugs Growing up I was surrounded by drug dealers and yes men And a bunch of trifling b**hes that would go and f** your best friend It was my crib that all the kids stopped by This is where the Cop Shop was born and where Hip-Hop died So why I'm still here? beats the f** out of me This place is so fake but there's no place that I would rather be..it's my (Hook)