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God's Shadow

 

God's Shadow

(album: The Pain Collector - 2018)


I don't give a fuck about you, I don't give a fuck about you
I don't give a fuck about you, I don't give a fuck about you
I'm not running
I don't give a fuck about you, I don't give a fuck about you
Yeah
I'm not running

In '86 everyone was smoking them OooWeez
I was in front of the mirror and tryna be Cool C
Me and Chico was inseperable then
We would day dream about being legends again
'87 came but really Pa, shit ain't changed
We was playin Just-Ice and absorbing his pain
It's the middle of the crack era, I ain't complain
There was money everywhere, it was part of the game
I was tryna write rhymes but I knew they was wack
I was young and I was dumb and I knew it was that
I heard Steady B rhyme and I knew it was crack
See these records change everything, crucial to that
It's the end of the 80s that's when Chic moved to Cali
My father died too, it was loneliness around me
It was hard tryna put all of this shit in perspective
And the only thing I had was my records

I seen so many men get blast and passed away
I had to say bye, bye, bye
I had to say bye, bye, bye (I'm not runnin')
And all these pills I take can't make shit go away
I say nah, nah, nah
I had to say nah, nah, nah
(I'm not runnin')

The 90s came and I started drinking for the first time, smoking for my first time, then I sniffed my first line
Chic came back from Cali and we was wilding
13 bum rushing Macys, we was violent
The pain game started getting a little better
Drinking 40z outside no matter the weather
But I was shy about the rhyming and shit
I was timid, no one knew about the rhyming and shit
I kept it to myself Pa, that's what I resign to
Then Chic would get drunk like "Vinnie can out rhyme you"
And I ain't had no choice it was battle or bitch
So I started chopping heads and I channeled and missed
I battled on L and I battled on the block, and I battled in a cell and I battled to the top
I battled a bunch of rappers you would know right now
And I chopped their fucking heads but you won't find out
But that got old quick, I started making tapes
The tapes turned to records and the records turned to fate
But I'd still go back if I had that chance
It was simple then I ain't have to do that dance

I seen so many men get blast and passed away
I had to say bye, bye, bye
I had to say bye, bye, bye (I'm not runnin')
And all these pills I take can't make shit go away
I say nah, nah, nah
I had to say nah, nah, nah
(I'm not runnin')

I don't give a fuck about you, I don't give a fuck about you
I'm not running
I don't give a fuck about you, I don't give a fuck about you
I'm not running

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