Inner-City-Native-Son

6 views

Lyrics

[x2]
 Just an inner-city-native-son
 Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
 Some of us raised by the way of the gun
 All the drama we see makes us numb
 [Verse 1]
 You can tell he's seen alot for only 13
 His wide eyes victimized, bite is a sting
 Never told his ancestors used to be kings
 Left to build himself outta what he can see
 That means stick-ball, basketball, hide and seek
 Fistfights, shoot-outs, and crack fiends
 The single mother had to work 60 hours a week
 Cleanin' offices, just so she can make ends meet
 And put clothes on his back and buy food to eat
 She spent time with him right before she went to sleep
 But over time he learned to lust for material things
 His only babysitter was the TV screen
 He was force fed pop culture, watchin' in silence
 Talk shows, curse words, sex and violence
 Used to coming home to an empty house
 Fallin' asleep waiting up for his mother on the couch
 [x2]
 Just an inner-city-native-son
 Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
 Some of us raised by the way of the gun
 All the drama we see makes us numb
 He used to kick it with some other kids from down the block
 All of them was broke, one of them had a plot
 Said he was sick of being broke, sittin around and chillin'
 And that he had a surefire way of makin' a killin'
 Said that he steals old computers out of old buildins
 He already had a pawn shop to deal wit 'em
 Plus a man working security would open the door
 For 25 percent of all the money they saw
 If he was down to make some money they could roll with him
 He promised he would have him back at home by 10
 The kid looks at his pocket then he looks at his kicks
 Looked up at his man and said "That plan sound sick"
 They all agreed to meet at 8PM the next day
 His boy that was 16 would drive getaway
 9 o'clock sharp, they pulled up at the place
 Wearing all black with a stocking cap on his face
 [x2]
 Just an inner-city-native-son
 Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
 Some of us raised by the way of the gun
 All the drama we see makes us numb
 While they were snatching all the valuables right off of the desk
 Loading 'em down into the van without breaking a sweat
 A couple guys started feelin' overconfident
 Vandalizing other offices and making a mess
 They wasn't scared cause they knew they still had 10 minutes
 While security changed shit and finished
 But before time was up, it seemed something went wrong
 They smelled smoke and heard the sound of the fire alarm
 They got scared, and since they didn't want to get discovered
 The guys ran for the stairs as the smoke covered
 But in the stairwell they ran into a bunch of others
 Who was working in the building also running for cover
 They saw maintenance, house-cleaners and night-shift workers
 And in the chaos he got seperated from the others
 Pushing through he bumped into a old lady, knocked her over
 When he looked into her eyes.
 It was his mother
 

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
03:22
Key
10
Tempo
96 BPM

Share

More Songs by Blueprint

Albums by Blueprint

Similar Songs