Small Time Crook

Duration

3:47

Genres

Urban

Description

Lyrics

small time crook by john phillip buzis a.k.a. mes from the album social injustice deep down inside im rotten and i stay plotten / the son of god is gone but not forgotten/ rimes like cotton candy sweet pics/all I experience is racism from dicks/ cold isolation its society icicles fall and break Im sorry but all are fake/ never willing to give and always willing to take/ death surrounds us weather im on the train or bus/ it hurts me inside/ worse than the potent sting of pride/ i refuse to believe im the only one who witnesses social injustice as grave as mine/ so many questions not enough answers and time my reaction is a rime / that i predict in a life of crime/ but i plan to get rid of you rat bastards lyrically/ its mes one a small time crook making deliveries and drops/ well known threw out the hood running ducking and hiding from cops/ never got along with his moms or pops/ who runs these spots/ im getting whatever you gots/regulating streets and operating like robots/ the corner of the ave right in front of the delhi / remembering rocking the beeper and celly/ .laced up my kicks connecting with my mans/ we had the same plans/he on his way to the spidot to pick me up in a ride a smalltime crook hides but dies to be scene like a self defeating personality and a drug feen/sick wild styles are wicked mean / my enemies despise/ me and constantly analyze me jakes is jealous cocksuckers and these snakes wana size me/thats me man handling /straight gambling/why and how i calculate my escape/knowledge is born bad feelings like a violating rape/right or wrong this brutality try not to corrupt my reality/im at the end of every corner you turn urban disciple you will learn open arms embrace i accept your pain /freedoms a shame / the numbers dont scare a small time crook catching mad pain/ brooklyn kingpin running the galaxy/ fat laces ruff reps bamboo joints once upon a time in life in my reality/ concrete blocks stained with historical drama/ grimey saturdays squinty eyes paralyzed your boys on marijuana/ this black whole sucks it all in like destiny/ so its not wise for fools to be testing me / mean statisticians violate and find theres no escape / laughing hard with the family watching the whole thing taped/ i stepped into the spot light/the corner of the ave was dark that night/ they just had a fight/ and filled me with so much spite/ they was intimidated when I was there/ player haters would stare / innocent in there belief/ a higher level of subconsciousness floods the street/ like who opened the gates/ hysterical until it violates / the suffering was internal the jealousy was weak / they wanted to see you cry nosy rats peek /they beak/ in my business / in the middle of my action its terminal illness/ programed corrupt perverted intentions soil my purity nuff stress to break sidewalks made of concrete real life rime scene/ blows away all who stay /some styles would spray / and repeat history /reflecting with the ignorance of misery/ a natural born threat to society /existing in a time where civilization is its own worst enemy/