Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Blame Me (feat. C-Murder & Mr. Serv-On), artist - Mia x. Date of issue: 26.10.1998
Song language: English
Don't Blame Me (feat. C-Murder & Mr. Serv-On) |
| Don’t blame me for the pain the world has caused |
| Don’t blame me for your own imperfectionate flaws |
| If every individual were to accept his own blame |
| I think the world would be a better change |
| A better change |
| Nigga don’t blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots |
| And my thoughts seepin into your brain like cooked rocks |
| It’s like a thick I have on a nigga mind is ??? |
| yall |
| Sort of like ??? |
| of thugs |
| To break off from an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites |
| That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that’s bullshit |
| They say I’m overrated, but I’m highly educated |
| Incarcerated but reinstated and I know them faders really hate it |
| Rest in peace Malcom and King, TRU soldiers of the black folks |
| See while yall gone, I’m a be a mouthpiece for the ghetto |
| I feel like it’s my duty, I be elected through spirit |
| One of the chosen few soldiers from the infamous No Limit |
| Records, a cooliation of highly respected ghetto millionares and servents |
| Just some independant brothers that deserve it |
| Now don’t point your finger partner, just pratice what you preach |
| Cause it really ain’t my fault playa, so don’t blame me |
| Believe me |
| If I had my wish I’d robbin every day nigga wake |
| Cause if you let the world tell em my lyrics are the reason why |
| Lil niggas took the pains they can’t take |
| Or the troubles he left behind |
| Why I gotta be the vision |
| I ain’t even lookin at when your child choose music and he choose mine |
| But if you was a better parent he wouldn’t look up to my kind |
| And time life taught me |
| The last minutes of your life is like bail, you either make it or you don’t |
| You either goin love me or you won’t |
| But don’t blame me when your child ain’t got enough to eat |
| And nigga I appreciate if you goin buy my CD’s |
| But yall ain’t got a decent pair of shoes on his feet |
| The streets taught me you gotta accept your blame and don’t blame it on others |
| I look at my mother and I watch her suffer |
| But we beat the bad times in uptown |
| And nobody gave a fuck, everybody came around |
| We made it on our own |
| And turned a fucked up life into a happy home |
| Don’t blame me because my skin tone’s like God’s own |
| The oldest skeleton was chose to be an Africans born |
| I’m from a strong race of people who can never be denied |
| Every tear we cry’s like rain water and so our sea dries |
| Ghetto flowers shades of ebony in full bloom |
| Women of color got sentenced, blessings unto our womb |
| They’d rather see us doomed, placin flowers on tombstones |
| But BeBe’s kids multiply while yall tryin to plum to save your own |
| Label me wrong because I spit the raw real |
| Yall feel all my verses, even if I curse it’s straight through em |
| Screw em, I takes my blame, you hypocrites make me sick |
| Tryin to sabotage my arches, thoughts stay on some scandelous shit |
| Get a grip on the way you truely live |
| Entertainment can’t raise your little kids |
| Run your households |
| You got to mold thier minds and tell them what to look out for |
| Gangsta rap won’t be a cop out no more |