Drive By - Maj
 

I was born in the gutter,
Cold and heartless,
Born without a mother,
No mother, no dad no brother,
So it was no wonder, turned out
To be a mother ****er, goin under,
They raped and plundered my innocence,
The judged condensed the first and second offense,
No defence to come to my defense, left me in suspense,
Cold and tense waiting for the judge to pass sentence,
(So I wait and I...)

I drive by at night,
Wondering if you're still home,
I drive by at night,
Wondering if you're all alone

Now I'm a free man, not living free,
trapped in this misery, a blinded emcee,
Through the debris and six degrees,
Every weekend driving through Marquis,
Can't you agree that I tried my hardest,
I loved you so much mama why'd you desert us,
God and I discussed the possibibility trying to adjust,
But I just, didn't give a f*ck,
So I played the hand and bust,
(And I...)

I drive by at night,
Wondering if you're still home,
I drive by at night,
Wondering if you're all alone

So I drive by every night,
Wondering if you're home,
I keep thinking why it happened that night,
You left me without a home,
(And I...)

I drive by at night,
Wondering if you're still home,
I drive by at night,
Wondering if you're all alone

Mama was it my tone, couldn't have known,
Like a suicide bomber ready to be blown,
I'm unknown just an unknown on the streets of cologne,
Book a one way ticket Gaza just to enter the war zone,
And even though it's not my own, I felt your pain,
Like the feeling of farmers praying for rain,
The prayers of bastard children, feeling ashamed,
The prayers of drug dealers, seeking the gold chain,
Look through your window with a taste of distain,
Cut the cocaine to mentally put the block on my brain
(And I...)

I drive by at night,
Wondering if you're still home,
I drive by at night,
Wondering ... why you left me all alone

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You should consider condensing your stuff into one thread.

Good lines-
But right after that, you've got the line
which really doesn't seem as important as farmers praying for rain or bastard children's shame. IDK too much about drug dealers, though.

I appreciate the feedback. It's more trying to relate to the type of people I grew up with. Who were so poor, that they had to do things like that to get by, and the dreamed of getting that elusive 'gold chain' (which represents money).

I actually had a girl I know record the hook and find a beat, so when its done ill post it on here. =)

Sweet. I mean, with so many fakes around it's hard to find real, but if you're writing from your life's experience, whatever. I'm looking forward to the recording.

So many people write about the 'fake' crap but they go back home in suburbia. They never will know what its like
Its not supposed to be glorified. Drug dealing is not glamorous. Stealing is not admirable. Anyone in that life will tell you how much pain there is living that way =)

Ill post in the next week or so, I appreciate the feedback, its great to hear