Broken - Slaine

This for my dudes

Who have broken dreams

The talents and skills to be whatever they wanted

But somewhere along the line

Their dreams got lost man

It’s Knuckles, Slaine what’s good man?

Trump, let’s get it in

I remember Jay Rich we grew up together

Spittin game at little dames trying to fuck whatever

10 years old, already with a lust for cheddar

He was smart though, for real the young buck was clever

A few years went by, we still stuck together

Plottin armed robberies to get bucks for leathers

Played with guns, it was fun to clutch Berettas

But up in school my dude still had his stuff together

On the court he would score, I would scream on the refs (that ain’t no foul)

He used to study on the low, I would cheat on the test

When he started sellin crack said it was easy to chef

Then I heard he caught a body stabbed a fiend in the steps

I needed a breath, his dream was to grow up to be rich

To be a astronaut with a house and the V6

But he switched, the streets turned to man to a goon

I always thought he’d be the first black man on the moon, damn

I, just don’t know why, my eyes won’t cry

Guess that they’re broken

These lies, mask and disguise, my past I can’t hide

I guess that I’m broken

Yeah… the sidewalks are lined with trap doors

The city maze is impossible to escape

All the shitty days that remind us of environments so mindless

And violence is followed by foot chases and sirens

Leap frog with police dogs, dirty piece tossed

Palms greased cause these pigs gotta eat more

Phil had the ill took connect down in B-more

Every other week it’s up and down like a seesaw

Cold blooded beast, dude even fed his niece raw

Used to be a good girl, turned to a cheap whore

Nowadays everybody’s caught up in that street law

They found that bitch’s body blue, down by the seashore

I ain’t write shit to glorify it or exaggerate

I ain’t write these lyrics to be shockin or to agitate

Every other week it seems I see another tragic wake

Inside this broken world full of kids who never had a break

This life is real, got friends doin life in jail

And we all tryin to eat so we fight for meals

Never been the type to squeal, I stand on my own two

Funny how when you broke your people disown you

The actuality of this life, is stabbin me with a knife

You see the flames when the heaters ignite

Fiends with a pipe, hustlers movin greed in the night

The demon’s in sight, the devil still schemin is trife

And all I see, is this beast that keeps eating its young

Deceit and lies from the serpent that’s the media’s tongue

On the surface it would seem easy for me to become

Drunk on hard liquor, chewin pills, I need to be numb

Not to sound stupid really, I don’t mean to be dumb

But all it takes where I’m from is a scheme and a gun

And a whip and a bitch and some coke and a drink

And some balls and a crew, shit I’m broke and I think

Yeah I’m broken