Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Sidewalks, artist - dela. Album song Atmosphere Airlines Vol.2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
The Sidewalks |
Yo, I grew up on the chill side |
The no big deal side |
Where staying alive was no problem |
The other east side |
Projects and condos |
Somewhere in between downtown and harlem |
It’s not quite accurate to claim half |
Either side was ever either all this or all that |
Some projects apartments be decked out fat |
Some condos still packed with roaches and rats |
But if New York is a concrete Jungle |
My old earth kept me in the zoo where it wasn’t so wild |
Who wouldn’t want to find a way to make it safe for a child |
As a teenager I learned to escape for awhile |
But you know what they say being out of your element |
Whether giraffe, monkey, lion, or elephant |
In school they said I was on the right track |
But in the school of hard knocks I done got left back |
Nowadays no knocks get left |
My left knocks back |
Some say might makes right |
So my rights ain’t light |
But whether giving beatdowns or getting down on beat |
You’re not likely to see me or consider me street |
But from the sidewalks I see how it’s rough out there |
I see the extra large dosage of life ain’t fair |
From the sidewalks I see how the gas don’t last |
In the streets and you crash when you go too fast |
From the sidewalks trust shit is Just as real |
Even if your lifestyle ain’t kill or be killed |
From the sidewalks Chris Rock got you gassed |
But I’m that smarter than y’all nigga that’ll whoop your ass |
Yo, I love New York, I am New York |
The way I spin break beats, make beats and talk |
The way I eat, sleep, drink, fuck, spit, and walk |
The way I build and destroy cause that’s how I was taught |
I’m feeling Philly for now, I don’t get home sick |
I’m still close enough to the Yanks, Giants, and Knicks |
It’s still city to city Just different bricks |
See I don’t divide by places, man fuck that shit |
It’s a different state, but similar state of mind |
See every city got the same theme underlined |
A battleground for the lives of the dumb and blind |
Ya heard? |
Please believe that it takes all kinds |
We all got to get over in our own way |
Place to stay, peace to lay, and a pay day |
I get mines the legit way |
But no telling what I do to protect mines |
So you best respect my |
Kindness for weakness, face for fear |
Common mistakes are made until the cards are played |
But don’t step to my door thinking something is sweet |
Or we won’t even have to take it all the way to the street |
Cuz from the sidewalks, corners that I clean and own |
Never fuck with the sanctity of my home |
From the sidewalks, I rep from New York to Philly |
So from Broadway to Broad Street you got to feel me |
From the sidewalks, I know how to hold it down |
On my own when I come through and visit your town |
From the sidewalks, Chris Rock got you gassed |
But I’m that smarter than y’all nigga that’ll whoop your ass |
Yo, from the sidewalks, I been watching Hip-Hop grow |
And vice versa from school battles to my own show |
I watch skills evolve and the necks up blow |
Motivated by the love for the art and the dough |
I seen people influenced by the next man’s flow |
To the point that it controls where they content go |
But if there’s 8 million stories and a handful of rappers |
We can’t all be pimps, players, and gunclappers |
It sounds sexy coming out your stereo, right? |
But then you wonder why we still getting stereotyped |
Like we a whole generation of |
Want to be thugs and soon to be hoes |
Like that’s Just how it go |
But everybody in the city ain’t ghetto |
We all not slanging rocks and toatin' metal and |
Everybody in the ghetto ain’t gangster |
Waiting for a reason to stomp, shoot, and shank ya, and |
Every gangster in the ghetto ain’t stupid as you |
Advocating that bullshit the way that you do |
Like there’s no consequences or repercussions |
Like we don’t even think first, before we start bustin' |
But whatever’s clever son, I let them tell it |
Why should I play the role of zealot Just for y’all to repel it |
I’d rather rep for the rest of us with real talk |
So I’m out like that |
J transmitting live from the sidewalks |
(From the sidewalks… x 23) |