Story Behind The Song

Economy, Iraq war, and the election all birthed this wonderful baby.

Song Description

I'm desperate to break the chains that were placed upon me sums everything up to a tee.

Lyrics

I'm desperate to break the chains that were placed upon me // Sick of the prejudice thoughts that restrict my toneys, phonies // Mama hold me cause, ya boy is hurting // So many nights I wanted to quit and close the curtains // Shows over, no more on stage juckin and jiving // Anger built up at cops, I say *#@^ em' while driving // I'm a time bomb, my minds gone, slowly ticking away // But hope to today that my hands aint itching // My reputation precedes me, a gift and a curse // I try to be helpful but, me and my family's first // I'm pissed, yall started some sh*# you couldn't possibly finish // Now it's too late to fix it so fess up and surrender // Tender, age of nine I saw my first shooting // Signs of racism hood riots and the looting // Pushers look to the youth for the distribution // So I close my eyes and pray for a resolution, I'm sick //


It on me, am I gonna lay down, or stand tall // Against all odds with no arms so watch the man fall // Doesn't matter how many guns we get, they'll get more of them // Us, we'll grab one then they'll take all four of em // Stereo has typed my race from the beginning // Making it nearly impossible to grow as children // I'm tired of giving, when no-ones returning' the favors // Unlike Canada keep my doors locked, don?t trust my neighbors // Financial waivers, is what the president gives for favors // To his oil and tobacco buddies but more on that later // Hard pressed, to find a politicians address // Cause I'll remove him from office and having the access // To my records, financial and the heath but // Violence begets violence so it really don't help // On the shelf is where all my materials lay // Cross us you'll die, cross my heart okay?! //

My mind state is like a blind date to the young and trusting // Unsuspected and sure to generate some discussion // In some states you can obtain a gun with nothing // But eye sight, and in hind sight that's dumb and disgusting // Open a checking account and in return you get a weapon // For novelty purposes and not one for protection // My life, aint been a fairy tale but more tales of fairies // I speak about it with such clarity, so call can hear me // Stare me, down if you wish and the first shall be last // Again, mouth writing checks that your heart can't cash // Politricks, kickbacks, and tax deductions // To the one percent of people who want for nothing // It's something, to think about while you constantly fussing // ?Bout your pension, to get your sh*^ kicked in from my hood is nothing //

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