#BLKCLD - Wonder Years Lyrics

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D.T
D.T.E
Come to us to get the heat
Throughout my Wonder Years I would dwell in stress
When confused I'd sing the Blues
Why is life a test
That's the everlasting question
Was no hope guessing
Why I'm coming up with nothing every time I count my blessings
Thinking on this light at the end of the tunnel
All the while I'm headed for the bottom of the funnel
Y'all know what I mean
Life dirty and not clean
Cool as Nat Morris when I'm on The Scene
Had problems with my Ego
Everywhere that we go
I shut him off
With the vital force of course
Came to grips with the terms
That all things change
After day we see no sun
And the clouds bring the rain
But maintain
Cause everybody goes through pain
Memories of my dead peeps helping me to change
My mindstate
From competition over keys and Gs
But still there is no rest
Because fame brings envy
From Boulevard status
Where a lot of niggas know me
Where most of them is snakes
And very few is homies
From Jefferson to eight Mile we wilding
Strong enough to break Detroit from Belle Island
From Telegraph to Alter Road we wilding
Strong enough to break Detroit from Belle Island
South west Downriver stay wilding
Strong enough to break Detroit from Belle Island
Karate flicks at the Adams
Jingles Max Julians
The recipe for crack is what sparks the revolution
Young niggas bear witness
Gunplay around the way
This is where death walks the streets
Summer nights on Linwood
The street life is filled with snakes and foul plays
And niggas catching slugs over dubs and treys
In the shadow residential
Pay bills they crack selling
Use your third eye you see them fake niggas dwelling
I'm hearing gun shots
They having wars on my block
A revolution in my ZIP code to control the rock
Situation is thick
The Motor City needs a tune-up
The tech nine backs up
Only when niggas act up
In the basement of Condon ten dead bodies stack up
So much Karma on the streets for non-believers
Amongst lifeless hopeless underachievers
I see the moon rising over concrete landscapes
Possession of crack houses passed down through gunshots
They don't use handshakes
When life's a bitch
Stray bullets take lives
And people caught up in f*ck shit
F*ck shit
F*ck shit
F*ck shit