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dip - the wonder years.
Join Date: Jul 2003
Location: maryland - the middle ground.
Posts: 84
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a baltimore state of mind, this state is mine.
chill - recline - relax ya mind & you'll find ...
... im in a state of grace, this place - my state, erase,
all the hatred of race, im taking you face 2 face,
with the big M-D ... to drama we ain't a stranger,
all that blahzay blah is danger,
bmore'll straight up re-arrange ya,
from cherry hill, you know the drill - all the drug spots,
that keep the cops locked, the corner crop,
chop-shops ... what the bloodclot,
we rock knots, from woodlawn to patterson, we splatter men,
cuz life is fuctd up, the streets'are bound 2 make you mad again,
in battiling ... we rattle them regular joes,
fuck them bammas from d.C - and still fuck a mayor schmoke,
from pratt to MLK - bmore is ballin everyday,
with times in disarray - we still hustlin to make our pay,
and make our way - tipsy, drunk at fells point 2 the harbor,
stumble in the wrong alley & get cut-up like a barber,
these streets'll harm ya - murdahland - the east coast pakistan,
do you believe ?
apparent grams to grands in the palms of hands,
giving props where they're deserved, haters get on my last nerve,
rep yo city, cuz you'll get merked, whether you be serving them birds,
or cheering them birds, this city has a natural passion,
in tune 2 whats fashion, whether you be rapping or acting,
bmores ground zero, the world trade stands strong in our name,
covering those heroes who shouldn't shelter the blame,
we take it in vein, but strive 2 remain atop the rubble,
section 8, death in our city is the only constant struggle,
and nothing is subtle ... bmore'll stay around by leaps & bounds,
fuck a rebuttle - deep down who else can say they love their town?
but lets bring it back to the essence ...
remember back in the day, charm city - reppin hard w/ ya crew,
three of you, 12 years old ... didn't even have a clue,
on how this world works, and how lifes so bezerk,
through it all, we'd all still play ball in woodlawn after church,
chillin out on the steps, waiting for the ice cream man,
hear that song, run along, asking pops for money than ...
... fuck ya new shirt up, tiptoe back in the house,
hide that shit in the hamper, case moms flips out,
me and my boys in patterson park, late after dark,
this was 89' though before the violence did start,
shit was still grimey though, and i mean that literally,
people'd let they dogs on the steps, they'd shit + pee,
ruined the playground for all, but we'd let that slide,
hop on our bikes, glide down eastern ave and ride ...
through highlandtown, only place where we felt somewhat safe,
'til some punks stole our bikes, shoulda watched ... cuz fate,
stole the one thing that gave us our independance,
now we run around town with that same resentment,
always chill at our homes, playing nintendo, never change,
kung-fu and super mario bros was our favorite games,
ate at each others homes ... got two meals at once,
ran out the front door ... screaming "fuck our par-ents",
those were the days, went from great to absolute zero,
and gi joe and optimus prime were our action-heroes,
now that im older, i can see it in my sons eyes,
the excitement and enlightenment of playin' w/ the guys,
when he gets to that point, i'll explain to him cuz,
and both reminesce on how fun both our lives was,
through the grit and crime, dog - its hard to find,
a spark in the true art in a bmore state of mind.
baltimore, murdahland, harm city forever. believe that.
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09-24-2003, 12:05 AM
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