Studio Ton - Every Year lyrics

Artist: E-40 Album: Rhyme & Reason soundtrack Song: Every Year Make me feel it, uhhh It's in the heart man I can feel it right here It's in the heart man I can feel it right here man, it's real (Every year about this time) Every year about this time, yessuh (There's someone like me) There's always a dark cloud that lingers over the city There it is And I wanna preach about it, looka here Every year about this time I get to diggin up Old school memories that I keep stored in the back of the head In the back of my mind that I always seem to find When I'm marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wine Just come home from Quentin, and all I know is strind Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either White collared crime or uhh, clickin da bones How can I make some sort of dividends How can I get my mathematics on how can I get in where I fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time) About this time, uhh (They lock us up, and throw away the key) Every year about this time-uhh, oh what a pity 'ater Spooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhh Life and d**h does it, coincide Will that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man died A j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn I heard a brother say White folks k** they parents, but black folks k** each other You make the bed you lay in, if this is what you choose But if you choose to cross the game, then I'd have to break the news uhh Sky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirt I'm used to fast cash and big bucks, f** construction work And how can I make some sort of dividends How can I get my mathematics, how can I get in where I fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time They lock us up, and throw away the key) You think I'll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money Into some clean money? Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company? Good intentions but I, never follow through I got good intentions but I, never follow through Systemized, a big n***a for my shoe size, trust me I'll f** you You ain't from the hood n***a, so you ain't got a clue If I ever strike it rich UHH, I ain't gon never move Cause I'm a pistol packin weed smokin, n***a witta attitude How can I make some sort of dividend how can I Get my mathematics on, how can I get in where I, fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time They lock us up, and throw away the key)