Jun 19, 2011

Rooftop Serenades Lyrics..

People keep expressin the need to examine my lyrics closely..
and since i'm not a politician, i have no major objections to close
scrutiny of my dialogue..
please checkem and enjoy..peace..


Chillin on the rooftops listenin to the wind
Thinkin about my life and my closest friends
Life is an ocean each moment a wave
Rooftops serenades
Chillin on the rooftops listenin to the wind
Thinkin about my life and all the places that I been
Life is an ocean each moment a wave
Rooftops serenades

I travel thru my mind think on things that I been thru
Memories in my heart live deep in my sinews
Early home strife suffocatin like a noose
We didn’t know peace we just knew truce
Swerving on the cycle of abuse
Tryina keep the peace where we from it ain’t no use
If you know about us then u know how we do
Shoutin starts in the house ends up on the stoop
Pots flyin screamin cryin
Couldn’t say I love you less we first done fightin
Same time neighbours throwin mud on our clothes line
Shootin verbal bullets bussin back when they pull it
“Nigga, why ain’t you on a plantation?!”
I told em “cause your girl just love my sensation!”
Racist muthafucka’s just couldn’t figga
Moma white livin alone with three lil’ nigga’s..

Chillin on the rooftops listenin to the wind
Thinkin about my life and my closest friends
Life is an ocean each moment a wave
Rooftops serenades

To my homiez we peoples for life
Sometimes we on that dumb shit and we start to strife
But check it love is stronger than pride
And I don even wanna imagine livin without you by my side
And you knockin on my door we chillin on the ledge
Lookin out the window as we watch the clouds pass
Listenin to you closely when you feelin in despair
You givin me advice showin that you care
Family is a gift friendships are a blessin
Holdin church in the booth these my truest confessions
Remember when u told me ‘bout your first true love
Smiling as you said that you couldn’t get enuff of
The brown tone melanin of your girl’s skin
Yeah man I remember all those things
Remember home from the party late night stumbelin’
They like “Yo be quiet, man..”we all buss out laughin..

Standin on the rooftop forty in my hand
On my own thing spittin blues to the wind
Summatime ballantine ghetto wine feelin fine
Peace a mind puffin la starin at the skyline
Inhale close my eyes and zone
Inside music I roam
Inside music I’m home
Everywhere I look is a poem
Diggin on the grooves and the moods and what not..
Little kids double dutch jump shots and hot spots
Barbeques in parkin lots nigga’s hustle non stop
Getting doe duckin five o shots on my block
Lounge on the stoop drinkin hendawg while sinkin inside the beats
Thinkin about callin that sweet taste a chocolate
That get em open like alcohol
The one ain’t got no problem letting the lace skirt fall at all

Listenin to the wind
Thinkin bout my life and all the places that I been
life is an ocean each moment a wave
Rooftops..

Life’s a journey I stay on my mission
Listen ain’t no empty wishin
Pops moms was a writer spent her life in the kitchen
Makin sure to leave her children in a better position
Told my pops “Use what you got, to get what you need, fulfill destiny”
That’s my legacy, so when he talk I heed, walk the walk in deed, some just don’t see..
Dues paid, still blues stay,
Makin somethin’ outta nothing somehow someway
I got homies that say ”you need to be broke and get played to break thru and get paid”
God gave me this gift it’s the reason I use it
If a nigga wanna pay me for my music then I choose it..
Call it what you want..”Sellout!..Greed!..”
How can I sell out when I’m bein’ true to me?!

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