Remember back in the time when the only signs we had was pickets
But now in '94 it be this way something come wicked
G-angs killin others for colors
Things that we wear for fashion
Other brothers taking for a reason to be blastin
What the kcuf is goin on
Not soft like buttercups
But had enough of singing that same song
See I stayed across the street from the projects
Take out your Mama's trash and groceries to her trunk to keep my pockets
Fat like cellulite only been to jail one week for some shulbit
And I pray to God I won't repeat I shoulda pulled it
When I had the chance to, knowing I shouldn't of did that
Cause if I did that, ya'll would not hear that
That shit that keeps you on your tipey tipey toes
Like the sell out not callin no names but reallywho's bad
I go through obstacles like a whole box of condoms
You can't forget where you come from...
Ever get certain lines stuck in your head. I wasn't really into Outkast when this song came out. If you can't exactly place it, it's "Sumthin Wicked This Way Comes" by TLC, off of the Crazy Sexy Cool CD. It's the opening verse of the song and for some reason it's always stuck in my head. I'll just find myself humming it from time to time out of nowhere. I guess it's just one of those verse's you don't forget, I don't know why, but anyways...
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