Stro Elliot - K38 lyrics

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Stro Elliot - K38 lyrics

Back at it again as if it hadn't have been That of a trend for the atom in men to split Yeah I got my habits to kick But I gather my grip adamant For why would you ever fathom to quit Battling this logic twisted Head nodding to misogynistic tones Robbing our blocks of gifted kids quick to sit at home With fitted lids that don't fit they dome They outfitted in chrome Get the rims the new key-less features The dogs with they muzzles off And I don't know if it's a sin to wear two Jesus pieces But I know that we been double-crossed How you full grown talking how you squeezing pieces When you that you would shy away From the truth you just an old man in a booth Its 9 youth that will die today I rhyme this way this way for the left for dead Who copy the big screen and get dressed in lead Shot when she was 16 one in the chest two in the head It's a sick dream for us to want to rest instead Got to get it right Got to get it right Got to get it right I'm sorry sista Got to get it right Got to get it right Got to get it right I'm growing up Hurt her through the rhyme Skirt it through designer fashion Deferred her dreams to find her murdered Be it crime of pa**ion Refer to scenes behind the words To see what finally happened Turned to mindless action Time to redefine whats masculine Are we to find the mask of men Speechless and rendered silent Beaten minds, the acts of kin Repeatin gender violence We see the signs and we deny any involvement Like the 38 describes it ain't a 38 revolver It's a dirty way to solve the tiny problem of conviction To hurry and tape the mouths of anybody trying to listen Cus surly they would respond to the bodies on television These oddities selling visions of sodomy telling children That these women are all objects an inanimate prop It don't help me to see the problem And not demand it to stop I abandon the flock Who thinks Hip-Hop is bigger then humanity Stop and think if Pac or Biggie's type of vanity Got your family caught in crisis The man on T.V. who taught your kids what life is Or what a wife is, what a gun and a knife is They teach you how to fight But come on how do we fight this? Got to get it right Got to get it right Got to get it right Im sorry sista Got to get it right Got to get it right Got to get it right Im growing up