Tell It How I See It

DustySkidz

How can the story be told when it hasn’t even be written,
Got my homies stuck in prison,
My lyrics verbally spittin’,
Ever line is pre-written like the rise and fall of fakes kid,
Better get it out ya heart,
Ya lines are full of hatred
Every DJ should play this on the Radio like any,
And maybe then my mates would stutter and Mariah would want my baby,
Take a deep breath,
Now please let me speak the rest,
Imagine life on the streets where you don’t wear a vest
My lyrics will test,
Every open mic up in the UK there is,
No competition,
That’s no matter what you do,
Say to every MC in this world,
Let me tell it how I see it,
Some lyrics that I spit influence those who speak English,
Talking ‘bout the negative side,
I suggest you tell the whole truth,
About the tragedies and drive-by’s,
Every time you pack, realise your action,
Buck shot!
That’s somebodies kid you gonna start blastin’
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My Mama always told me ‘Tell it how you see it,’
Don’t talk ‘bout bull$$$$ and just be it (x4)
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Now wit’ my second line they can move the minds,
Hip-Hop’s about to take us on the journey of a lifetime,
And my rhymes, are designed, to tell the people,
Under the eyes of our god, inside, we all equal,
And when they tell that Hip-Hop is all violence,
They just scared, ‘cos finally Dusty Skidz is kicking science,
Against an oppressor, the greatest weapon is our anger,
Going crazy in the mind,
Spreading quickly, $$$$,
it's just like cancer
The hatred of our people is the reason we don’t get up,
I know you heard this $$$$ before,
It’s a mother$$$$ing set up!
We were never meant to survive,
We were just supposed to lay back and die,
While year by year pass you by,
But I’m,
Sick of the lies, yo,
Sick of watching all my people stuck in prison,
For something that I know they didn’t do,
Now in these last years I pledge my life to Jesus,
I know he got the key,
So the Devil must release us.

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