Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's All Bad , by - Chino XL. Song from the album Here To Save You All, in the genre ПопRelease date: 04.04.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
It's All Bad |
| Yeah, crazy ups and downs you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Crazy how the world |
| runs, word up. |
| Check it out. |
| Bring it on. |
| Hook: |
| Lord I try to keep positive, but this life is full of strife |
| And I’m tired of trying to conquer it Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong |
| Until the beast in me vanishes |
| First of all I was born under a bad sign, confinded to torcher |
| Never saw what life had to offer |
| Time slips away like pop singles on the radio |
| Chino never had the doe, I was determined though |
| Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle |
| My aspirations from every angle |
| From a street corner to a demo deal from Warner |
| Hardcore performer, crowd warmer, thought it was on but it wasn’t |
| I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap |
| It goes to prove that |
| Being the greatest lyricist can’t paint the full picture |
| It’s a full mixture, I can’t get no, no satisfaction |
| Like being blind watching a movie with no closed caption |
| I need some time to ease my mind, I’m bested |
| Fuck Mr. Wendal my Development is Arrested |
| All I wanted to do was rock with my fast ass |
| And blast past the mass, collect quick cash |
| Did what I did best create, but began to hate |
| All these flake music people makin’artists wait |
| But I’m a be up there one day |
| And soon to slam wax innovate rhymes that my fans consume |
| I view this world through my notepad |
| Thus expanding my vocab to win, till then, it’s all bad |
| Hook (x2) |
| When I was merely a sophmore, went to Atlanta on a false tour |
| This ain’t what I prayed so hard for |
| Dreams broken into individual particles like porcelain |
| Figurings attached to me like barnacles |
| Now I’m suppose to be happy like Bobby McFerrin |
| Keep faith, the only thing holy is the drawers I’m wearin' |
| 89'I aimed to graduate, no exaggerate |
| Evaporating positive energy from inside of me To the point where my love for God no more provides for me Of course lost pride, obviously the force rides |
| To paradise nobody invites but puts the Bill Of Rights |
| 1430 SAT proving ya, I’m a spick that’ll die respective like Rahoul Julia |
| So cease with, all that street shit |
| Expect MC from Chi kid, you gets the wicked priest shit |
| Until I see fit, to open my life strife like the pearly gates of heaven |
| For? |
| entertainment this is my expression |
| Prepare wealth and I’ll share self, maybe I can help |
| But I’m lost but I be large anywhere else |
| The ill eagle, twisted, war novelist |
| The problem swallowed us, it takes an activated mind to follow this |
| And true to realm to be ourselves, not to follow a fad or give in to trends |
| Till then, it’s all bad |
| Hook (x2) |
| Unanswereed prayers plays the background, I pull my baseball caps down |
| I hide the tracks of my tears from rapping peers |
| I finally got on and soon he wasn’t a moment to I lose my mind, I lose my friends, my daughter and a coma too |
| I’m going through a strange tug of war inside my mental wall |
| Record just went platinum, I’m slapping 'em, I’ll show you all |
| Cover of Rolling Stones, Vibe even TV Guide |
| Was filming my first movie in L.A. when I heard my baby died |
| Shook it off without a thought that she was beautiful |
| Soul Train Awards I go to not my daughters funeral |
| I stay drunk and high like I’m imperial |
| Surrounded by more white groupies than a Rakim video |
| Now life’s a tour to me, except the way I was rejected formally |
| Disrespected neighborhoods I know supported me It’s eating me, suicide attemps repeatedly |
| What I worked so hard for, ultimately is defeating me |
| I’m paranoid my own mom can’t avoid being a tabloid |
| So she wasn’t shocked when my baby flopped |
| Caught in the industry, spending money feverishly |
| Now I’mve been robbed, I can’t believe my laywers did this to me Next album was filled up with tragedy and despair |
| Fans with smiling faces with no real purpose for being here |
| I call the dear Lord when in Billboard |
| I plummet from 3 to 10 I guess failure is my new trend |
| Thought I was all that, now I just fall flat, splat |
| Vails of crack, my old friends won’t let me call back |
| So where in mind can I find myself a misty storm invisible to God |
| I’m falling off like TJ Swan |
| Hook (x2) |