Another Day Lyrics & Tabs by Blu
Another Day
guitar chords lyrics
They say rap's like a trap
So I'm looking for the mat to the back door
Sometimes I sit and wonder
What the fuck I'm rapping for
So many cats talented
That never had a chance in it
Not to mention niggas tryna damage it
Cold hearted vandalists
Fucking up the culture
They acting like this cool (?) shit will rap for the advantages
Making the game scandalous
Strand's so far from the art
You start to wonder
If they ever was a fan of it
I'm digging in the crates
You start to wonder
If they ever was a fan of it
I'm digging in the crates
With the candles lit
Looking for a record to describe my anger
So I can sample it
Condense my feelings
Into sixteen bars
And try to sugarcoat my quotes
So they won't seem raw
What y'all folks' dreams are
'Cus all the video shows
Is hoes jocking
Niggas knocking on
Now the young'uns
Want a piece of the pie
So the devil let's them starve
And start feeding 'em lies
Now try to digest that
The shit out when niggas
I'm trying to get out
The west coast, Blacc (?)
Where shits at now
It'll make Martin Luther
Shake his head
Like these niggas (?) had the same dream?
And Malcolm X would wonder
All y'all are on the same team?
Are running off to (?) the mainstream
The lame thing about it
The same teams that bought it
Probably skipping this song
Build the walls around the ignorance
Defending what's wrong
Instead of fighting for freedom
That's why I only write
I shoulda listened when my moms
Told my ass to stay in class
Shoulda listened instead of ditching
Or maybe I shoulda listened to my pops
When he told me hip hop won't do shit
But keep me on the block
Or maybe I shoulda listened
To my niggas pitching rocks
'Cus they pushing nice whips
From cooking white bricks
Or maybe I should be like my uncle
That nigga be pimpin' white chicks
But none of 'em lead a life like this
It's like the right do righteous
To try to stay the fuck out of hell
But me, I'm tryna stay the fuck out of jail
'Cus I can smell trouble coming my way
Plus there's so many reasons
A nigga want to keep a gun to his waist
And it don't take much to make him pull out
'Cus niggas die for they rides
Money and bras or calling the wrong hood out
And suckers still trippin' on colors
Like a motherfucking racist
My cousin was banging at my aunts cookout
And I don't know who to listen ti
But nowadays
You gotta bust a cap
If they dissing you
Either that or be labeled a bitch
'Cus you didn't shoot
It's hard to pick and choose
Right from wrong
Like if you rap about freedom
Nobody likes your song
But do a track about cheating
Bitches will play it all night long
I don't get it why the righteous fall
Like my ex used to bump Xzibit
And her favorite line was
"I be catching bitches
While bitches be catching feelings"
Yet she don't want me tricking around
See, she idolize the lifestyle
But don't want none of it going down
It's kinda like these phony clowns
Thinking they hood dwellers
Acting Mafia, oh so (?) just because they seen "Goodfellas"
Now they running through the hood
YYelling "Blu is fucking around"(?)
Bet you're giving your attention to me now
