Story Behind The Song

west las vegas

Song Description

things we face and things we see living in west las vegas

Lyrics

hook
where i'm from
we get to caught up the cycle to outrun
aint no pointin in fightin
knwing the outcome
we outguuned and outmanned
living without plans baby
(repeat)


verse 1
might no been in my path
to take a bubble bath
in a four star hotel
with whores and cocktails
i'm from the side of red beans and oxtails
where youngsters feen to clock mail
sort of like the postage system coming close to wisdom
sitting down with our elders floatin with them
through they memories when the man had us on our knees
but we stood there strong
like you'll never get rid of me
now the apitomy
of black success is a bullet proof vest wiwth diamonds on our necks
cuz we all alone with no father in the nest
neighborhood ballers poppin callers on our quest
and mother goose can't cut loos from two jobs
the media has men to cool to sob
so we walk aound and hold in all inside
until we see another brother and decide to ride

actions speak louder that talk so have you heard
you're the only one for me and thats my word
(repeat)

verse 2
on my side greens and cron bread is good for support
it's good for growth to keep up your hopes
prison is the last place that i'm trying to go
we out manned yet prepared for the battles to come forth
outgunned by them folks hittin ya'll with a ropa dope
no where to hide when you paying fines to the justice court
feeling a fire that could never be extinguished loke
could where a suit and i'll nver be distinguished bloke
tryed to lather up and clean our selves with soap
but the state and uncle sam jacked us both
aint nothin knew it's the same old same old
new shit different day you know how the saying goes
cuz negrows can't even get hired at robertos
know ebonics not considered bylingual
so i mc to tell the struggle of my people

verse3
roosemond to kingston 512 alexander
the heart of the west and the home of kidnappers
where project houses look like natural disasters
gotta watch your back so you can barely trust the pasture
hate us cuz we rappers can't suprress laughter
died and been reborn and this the life after
we aint rappers we CEO owners
westside brave men look to the lord for closure

I spent most of my time on gold, hooland, and van buren
and ran through the desarts where the bums land urine
thisis one of the problems the man aint curing
more than just chillin we do it for the children
what we revealing is we trapped under a glass ceiling
thats why when we speak with brash feelings
martinluther had a dream thats way past healing
kings and queens infecting oursleves with the bllod that we spilling

actions speak louder that talk so have you heard
you're the only one for me and thats my word
(repeat)