[1st Verse]
When he eighteen, he moved to S-Town
From the West, he took a ride to the South
Tho it's hard, but I can see the smile on his mouth
He's poor, but fortunately he is sound
For a time, he found a work at market
He's a stocker, and when night comes he works in darkness
Still smile, he pretend that work is a favour
Live in same hood, so we call each other neighbour
Work together, rest together everything we do together
shoulder to shoulder, treat each other like we are brothers
but life's not a straight line, so many colours
and I tryinna rep my hood, but obviously no voice
in the fucking-cold-world where all the poor we have no choice
be treated like a toy, fuckin' disappointed
where the fuck do we suppose to go when all the door were closed?
And who the hell are we when our eyes close... dang..
[Hook]
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta do for the truth
I gotta go on my way, you're on your way, but we all will still doing this together
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me, and we are both brothers hafta work for the living
I know you wish to be a doctor, not a stocker but at least we all living a good life..
[2nd Verse]
Do you know
This world's a mess, all the poor we's slaves,
The rich is the best and we have to obey 'em
We know the future isn't real, that's the deal
Except we kill or trample upon each other
Go scramble like those hustlers, mutherfucker
Probably that's not the way we doing shit
Troubles come I ain't ready then bitch get mad at me
See me was blocked, was shocked when they do injury
He tryinna help me out but could not stand out
And he wanna scream out loud but the word wouldn't come out
So he double struggle to find any shine in deep tunnel
Keep runnin' (running), for a race to reach the pinnacle
And I'ma back wrote a song and doin' spittin'
There's no miracle, and we don't need a miracle shitty
Doin' hard among the mob
On the street this our job
Struggling we'll never stop
Coz we believe in the God... hah..
[Hook]
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta do for the truth
I gotta go on my way, you're on your way, but we all will still doing this together
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta work for the living
I know you wish to be a doctor, not a stocker but at least we all living a good life
[3nd Verse]
One day he came and said: “I see you later”
Turn around ask him why but it's too late, he was gone
I don't really even know what's goin' on
Life goes on, day by day, no more Stocker and his face
Where he going, going where? I couldn't know which way
I think he moved to other place, for a better way
Maybe he tired to be in service
Life's so ruthless, not perfect like those tales
And tale is hurtles but it tramples on who trust it
Think about the street life I'm kinda nervous
I still live my own life, but without he in my mind
Nobody's satisfied coz reality is the night
Sun still not shine, they're leaving for a better life
I'm fine, tho I'd like to be called a rich guy
Riches, it's not mine, like fish could not fly
And not belong to the sky
So I'm here, reppin' my hood, West side for life... man..
[Hook]
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta do for the truth
I gotta go on my way, you're on your way, but we all will still doing this together
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta work for the living
I know you wish to be a doctor, not a stocker but at least we all living a good life..
When he eighteen, he moved to S-Town
From the West, he took a ride to the South
Tho it's hard, but I can see the smile on his mouth
He's poor, but fortunately he is sound
For a time, he found a work at market
He's a stocker, and when night comes he works in darkness
Still smile, he pretend that work is a favour
Live in same hood, so we call each other neighbour
Work together, rest together everything we do together
shoulder to shoulder, treat each other like we are brothers
but life's not a straight line, so many colours
and I tryinna rep my hood, but obviously no voice
in the fucking-cold-world where all the poor we have no choice
be treated like a toy, fuckin' disappointed
where the fuck do we suppose to go when all the door were closed?
And who the hell are we when our eyes close... dang..
[Hook]
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta do for the truth
I gotta go on my way, you're on your way, but we all will still doing this together
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me, and we are both brothers hafta work for the living
I know you wish to be a doctor, not a stocker but at least we all living a good life..
[2nd Verse]
Do you know
This world's a mess, all the poor we's slaves,
The rich is the best and we have to obey 'em
We know the future isn't real, that's the deal
Except we kill or trample upon each other
Go scramble like those hustlers, mutherfucker
Probably that's not the way we doing shit
Troubles come I ain't ready then bitch get mad at me
See me was blocked, was shocked when they do injury
He tryinna help me out but could not stand out
And he wanna scream out loud but the word wouldn't come out
So he double struggle to find any shine in deep tunnel
Keep runnin' (running), for a race to reach the pinnacle
And I'ma back wrote a song and doin' spittin'
There's no miracle, and we don't need a miracle shitty
Doin' hard among the mob
On the street this our job
Struggling we'll never stop
Coz we believe in the God... hah..
[Hook]
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta do for the truth
I gotta go on my way, you're on your way, but we all will still doing this together
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta work for the living
I know you wish to be a doctor, not a stocker but at least we all living a good life
[3nd Verse]
One day he came and said: “I see you later”
Turn around ask him why but it's too late, he was gone
I don't really even know what's goin' on
Life goes on, day by day, no more Stocker and his face
Where he going, going where? I couldn't know which way
I think he moved to other place, for a better way
Maybe he tired to be in service
Life's so ruthless, not perfect like those tales
And tale is hurtles but it tramples on who trust it
Think about the street life I'm kinda nervous
I still live my own life, but without he in my mind
Nobody's satisfied coz reality is the night
Sun still not shine, they're leaving for a better life
I'm fine, tho I'd like to be called a rich guy
Riches, it's not mine, like fish could not fly
And not belong to the sky
So I'm here, reppin' my hood, West side for life... man..
[Hook]
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta do for the truth
I gotta go on my way, you're on your way, but we all will still doing this together
I hafta do for you, I hafta do for me and we are both brothers hafta work for the living
I know you wish to be a doctor, not a stocker but at least we all living a good life..
inviata da giorgio - 15/9/2010 - 09:19
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Songwriter: Mac
Album: Fallen Soldier