Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your World Don't Stop, artist - AZ. Album song Doe Or Die, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Your World Don't Stop |
Yeah |
For those that’s locked in Comstock |
My peoples sittin in San Quentin and Clinton |
Rikers Island |
Rikers Island |
Cracker’s Island |
I wake up to them rappin tunes every afternoon |
I be home soon, I see the board some time after June |
Met a couple of convicts that’s way beyond sick |
It seem they dig my style cause I be on some don shit |
Laid back, I ran into some brothers from way back |
Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don’t say jack |
I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon |
Cause behind bars you’re doomed if your mind can’t consume |
Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign |
And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change? |
And bein locked up just ain’t the life for me |
Shit is way too trife for me |
«You're comin home soon"sounds so nice to me |
Plus you can bet I’m bouncin out with mad props |
And if I get chopped or not, baby pop |
My world don’t stop |
(Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop, stop, stop. |
Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop, stop.) |
And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin backs out |
5 to 15, seein the bean until they max out |
Misbehavin, actin uncivlized like cavemen |
I witnessed brave men that gave in |
Sodomized and turned to gay men |
Nobody’s playin drama, prisoners be posted preyin |
On some low shit layin |
Sleep, get your whole shit banged in |
Hangin, plus who’s to warn you |
Out of the hell these inmates gone through |
From three halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal |
And over all it’s hard to call who would try to play you |
My kid from my tomb’s caught a carved spoon through his navel |
Nothin can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you |
It’s painful to even know those who most faithful’ll betray you |
I lay low-key, cause I ain’t Hercules |
Tryin to get out early on work release |
Prayin the system work with me |
Cause I ain’t tryin to see three hots and a cot till I rot |
That ain’t my plot, baby pop |
My world don’t stop |
(Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop, stop, stop. |
Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop |
Your world don’t stop, stop.) |
So until that day I’m discharged and set free |
Fuck who’s gonna sex me |
My mind’s more based on makin my next g |
Now let’s see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin foul |
The penile possesed me with a smoother style |
Blessin my mental with mathematics to map shit through graphics |
Fuck it, I ain’t with hustlin backwards |
A wiser man with ideas and liver plans |
More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand |
Sittin tryin to design these words of mine |
To define what occurs when you’re servin time |
Stress just blurs the mind |
Behind bars scars are signs of hard times |
I’m trappin myself in between these lines |
But I ain’t tryin to see three hots and a cot till I rot |
That ain’t my plot, baby pop |
My world don’t stop |
(Your world don’t stop…) |
Yeah, representin |
For all the fellas on lock-diggedy |
From upstate to downstate |
Don’t stop, paw |
Don’t stop, paw |
And on and on and on… |
My man Sincere is in here |
Yo Free, how it be, baby? |
That’s how we do it |