Where I’m from it’s either shoot or get shot. You’re either a thug or a cop. Where one day you’ll wake up and you find out your best friends been shot. Everyone wants to be cold yet caring. But doesn’t want to show emotion. RIP is in everyone’s vocabulary. When you come to where I’m from you never leave. The streets are to dangerous. You either sale drugs or become homeless. You never finish school. Two reasons why, one you’re dead, two you deal. You got mothers cryin at their sons caskets. You got girls tellin their boys to be safe. No ones ever safe. Hell I hold a knife at all times. You never know when your times up. At one point you become addicted. To the drugs yes but also to the life. Being on the streets. The rush you get when you fire a gun for the first time. When you make that first deal. You feel free but held captive at the same time. You’ll see us on the tv. Another child dead. A gun pointed to his head with a cop sayin “go head reach for you license and registration” then bam dead. Or when you listen on the radio “30 people dead today. They are saying on the streets gang war. ” Where I’m from it’s either shoot or get shot. You’re either a thug or a cop.
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hey,
I’m really sorry you’re living in such a hostile place
I could only imagine how difficult things must have been & must still be
My heart & prayers go to you
may I ask
& by that I mean no judgement or accusation
only simple questions
is it truly necessary that you live this way just because you live in that area?
i mean to say
was/is it not possible that you never deal or use drugs…?
never take part in that life style?
never be part of a gang or a hood?
never fire a gun, unless for self-defense?
look for & find a good job, even if in a totaly different neighborhood?
Is it possible to do / change all this today?
could you also please explain the part about school more?
why the “dead or deal” situation?
Praying for you
tc
Thank you for taking the time and reading this. To answer your questions, not all people live this way. But growing up in such a home as I did it’s normal for kids, for me to live this way. Once you start to deal you no longer are a person more of just a money symbol to the provider, basically you can’t leave until something big happens to the boss and they don’t need you.
Never taking part in the lifestyle is like never walking outside. If you want to avoid gang violence you probably shouldn’t have came to the violence on your own free will. But me I was raised with it.
Gangs are a more difficult subject to talk about because I don’t really know how to explain to other people. Basically once you’re in one you can’t leave. And if you do leave they throw you into another gang. You kinda don’t want to leave though. The gang is family. Better than family if you don’t have a good one.
Guns are necessary here. Knifes etc are all for safety.
Jobs around here don’t protect you from a life like this, especially if you’re already in it.
Changing all this is near to impossible. If I could have a better life and not have to live in fear that i might die tomorrow I’d change it all today.
No one here lives past the age 21.
And to add everyone here is money hungry. Just wants to be the best.
EmoPamda
Reading this, i had had to pause and wonder if this was actually hip-hop lyrics, because the way it flowed in parts made it seem that way.
Although i haven’t experienced a life like yours in regards to the constant fear of being murdered, i do know what it’s like to be around drug dealing and crime.
Growing up and watching those hood films of the 90s – Menace to Society / Boys n the Hood / New Jack City etc, I know a lot of kids emulated and some even envied that life despite the obvious message of the films.
I know the thrill of being chased by people, who if they caught you were likely to hurt you real bad or worse. I know the feeling of adrenaline kicking in when being chased by the cops and successfuly escaping.
The life can be addictive despite the danger, in fact it is the danger that makes it so addictive.
I read some of your other posts and was quite moved tbh. They reminded me of those parts in film where the more melancholy moments happened. For example in New Jersey Drive when after a days car jacking , Gabriel Casseus goes home to look after his Grandma.
Sorry for rambling there, just really liked your post(s)
lol I wish they were lyrics. I know people have been through some of the same experiences I have. I don’t know how to talk bout it. To be chased by the cops Is like a vision, you really know you’re going to die. But once you start running you can’t stop. And you having a pound of any drug strapped to your back would make anyone run faster.
Thanks for reading my other post. I’m happy you were moved.
Also you sound like quite the movie buff lol
I’m sorry about my typo’s, apparently you are now a ‘Pamda’
It was the way you phrased these words that made me think this way:
Where I’m from it’s either shoot or get shot.
You’re either a thug or a cop.
Where one day you’ll wake up and you find out your best friends been shot.
The streets are to dangerous.
You either sale drugs or become homeless.
I personally think you are a good lyricist and are perhaps, unaware.
I was indeed a movie buff at one point. But in later years, my concentration levels have seemed to reach a maximum level of under 30 minutes, which pisses me off no end. I think over stimulation has been the catalyst of this.
“And you having a pound of any drug strapped to your back would make anyone run faster.”
As morbid as this sounds, my mind always gravitates towards humour. I was thinking that maybe this could be used as a way of training future Olympic Runners. Terrifying i know, but i think the results would speak for themselves.
^^Sorry, that was just a joke. Didn’t mean to offend anyone.
you could leave if you really wanted to, but i understand that leaving a place that’s familiar to you isn’t easy. from what you’ve said, this sounds like it is life or death. if you value your life, you should do what you can to improve it. you could save up some money, get a bus ticket, move to a new city, a better city. you could stay at a shelter until you’re up on your feet. shelters are no fun, obviously, i don’t know if you’ve ever stayed in one, but they can be a place of hope. some shelters offer plenty of support to get you to where you need to be. stay safe, friend!
(Chorus)
Where I’m from it’s either shoot or get shot.?You’re either a thug or a cop.?Where one day you’ll wake up and you find out your best friends been shot.
Either a thug or a cop.
(Verse)
The streets are to dangerous.
?You either sell drugs or become homeless. Living in this hell is ridiculous.
Murder per capita’s pretty high,
another one dies popping caps between a nigga’s eyes.
Where these guns coming from? Police ineffective as they attempt to find a cause of death, multiple detectives sweep the scene.
Suspect’s clean.
They pack up and head back to the station. Suspect evades jail time. Radio station playing loud as they drive off.
Mourning the son or daughter lost before the age of 21.
They tend to be teens just minding their own business. A supposed eye witness describes the act as callous.
“They didn’t deserve to die. They had a bright future.”
Snuffed out because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And yet these crimes sometimes carried out by police, and instead of sentencing, a slap on the wrist and back on the beat.
Nobody wins. A parent’s world stops as the Earth continues to spin. Add another to the total, another name to a long list. This is…
(Back to chorus)
These are great lyrics mindlessgamer619
I would love to kick back in the studio, smoke a blunt and watch you and EmoPanda lay down this track to a sick beat.
Was thinking 50’s ‘Click Clack Pow – Officer Down
(i’m not advocating violence against law enforcement)