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​My Lyrics

This song is by Haystak and appears on the album Crackavelli (2007).

Representation for those who would other wise have no representation
Protection for those who other wise would have no protection (Ya Dig?)

My lyrics are a documented diary of life against the odds,
A rythematic rhyme and way of prayin' to God.
My lyrics are an inspiration to people who need motivation,
The end results of hard work and dedication.
My lyrics are agony, drama, and trauma
Suicide letters to my daughter and mama.
They tell the white trash and the shit I've been through,
The courage that it took for me just to continue.
If my lyrics offend you fuck you this my shit
Everybody who don't like it they can suck my dick.
My lyrics were all I had when I was 15
Beatin' on my bedroom wall like it was a drum machine.
My lyrics slay MC's and broke they spirits
They thought that I was bullshit. (haha)
My lyrics are my way of expressing rage and aggression
I been surpresen since adolescence. (C-Come on)

My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices,
Stimulants to some but to others they sedatives.
My lyrics (check check) the honest to god truth,
'Cause I ain't truth in the streets then I am in the booth.

I can't fuck with 'em in Iraq. (why?)
My home boy died over crack.
I wake up fealin like I'm under attack.
Its just me against the world don't nobody got my back.
Makin' money by the stack makes me happy for a moment,
Wish my grandaddy was here I could spend all of it on him.
50 thousand on the boat just so I could take him fishin.
Wish there was a way to spend a million make him know how much I miss him.
But there isn't so I try to bring order to the disorder
Roll up another quarter of koosh in from California,
Blowing Harijuana helps me keep my composher.
(Now left, right) Keep on steppin like a soldier.
It's the same thang, maintain, try to keep my money right.
Till I get ahead of the game, I never sleep at night.
Let my headstone read "I gave it my best"
Then made a livin' simply by getting shit off my chest.

My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices,
Stimulants to some but to others they sedatives.
My lyrics (check check) the honest to god truth,
'Cause I ain't truth in the streets then I am in the booth.

My lyrics are letters to my homies in the pin,
Man I wish I could come and see you but they would indict me then.
My lyrics are my deepest thoughts in spuratic sentences.
Some shit that really happened, others just for instances.
My lyrics are relentless, ruthless, if they were ___________
If they were bullets you'd be laid to rest.
My lyrics are a true test of what a rappers made of,
I make 'em more than worse, so I make 'em know he washed up.
My lyrics make a mothafucka get another job,
MC's like me the reason mothafuckas rob.
My lyrics make a mothafucka know that he can't spit,
Make a mothafucka quit, realize he ain't shit.
My lyrics made every hit on them billboard charts
But they hit hard in the trunks of them D-Boys Cars
My lyrics get bootlegged, downloaded, and gave away
Still I get paper in a major way, with My Lyrics

My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices,
Stimulants to some but to others they sedatives.
My lyrics (check check) the honest to god truth,
'Cause I ain't truth in the streets then I am in the booth. (Come on)