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Paroles
Ain’t no big deal
Pretty typical mischievous teen but
Breath of fresh air stepping on the scene but
Nice guy but sometimes I did mean stuff to my own sisters
Pretty much clean cut
Only angelic in presence
Far away from heaven
No control of my tongue, quick to get irreverent
Smoked enough cigarettes and blunts to kill a reverend
By may 17, 1997
Lied to my people, told them I graduated
Kept all the gifts, guilt left me agitated
Threw away all I built as a journalist
Hard-headed telling myself I could rap and make it
New I coulda shoulda woulda been doing both
But chose to do the most
Trying to stunt my growth
Battled through emotions
Hid behind a song
I’mma cast my stones at Eddie Long
Eddie Long
Now my story gets bad, but at times it gets greater
Broke into my homie’s house as a fifth grader
A way to channel my curiosity for the worst
And I don’t think I’m a thief it’s some sort of curse
And I don’t think I’m a liar, the truth sort of hurts
Growing pains, growth spurts
Instead of tripping off guilt, wanna be the judge
Shed tears over my dirt, see the mud
But I believe god wanted me to budge
Content where I was, rapping like a mug
If it made me sound good I would go record it
A whale in a toilet, thought I was so important
Talking on a cell phone I don’t even own
But I’mma cast my stone at Eddie Long
Wanna feel better though I’m knowing I’ve been deadly wrong
So I’m throwing my stones at Eddie Long
Eddie Long
Been trying to figure out what I got these gifts fa
Meanwhile I’ve been deceptive, a trickster
Victimized by somebody else, nope, pride
Don’t get me wrong when I say I played both sides
Not a homo, hardly any punk in me
But as far as missing my mark, I done plenty
For example I have forsaken my family in favor of hanging on the ave
Probably blew a quarter mill or a half on absolute trash and not just way in
the past
Took advantage of producers never paid for tracks
Not to mention my investors never paid 'em back
Unprotected naked sex with her then I judge her
Tried to make some women menage and I’m not usher
These are my confessions, I could go on and on
But I’mma cast my stone at Eddie Long
I wish that I was smarter or I had my life in order or at least prayed harder
Like corduroy in water this is heavy on my soul
I’m a porn-watching joint-smoking Henny-sipping poet from the N. O
My hip hop credentials in tact but morally my holy locomotive got stalled on
them tracks
In the meantime and between time spit the hardest rhymes winking at the cutie
in the back with the native eyes
That’s a demon in disguise trying to shoot me like a movie flesh and beauty got
me weaker than these laptop speakers
Lap dance preacher
7 days without prayer makes one weaker
Early bird wordsmith worm in my beaker
Sax reed damp jazz Birdland features
Ill compositions you can blame it on the hand
Joe Brown gavel swing Eddie on the stand
Only God can judge me
Traduction des paroles
A profité des producteurs jamais payé pour les pistes
Sans oublier que mes investisseurs ne les ont jamais remboursés
Unprotected nu sexe avec elle puis je judge elle
J'ai essayé de faire des femmes menage et je ne suis pas usher
Ce sont mes confessions, je pourrais continuer encore et encore
Mais je vais jeter ma pierre à Eddie Long
Je souhaite que j'étais plus intelligent ou j'avais ma vie en ordre ou au moins prié plus fort
Comme le velours côtelé dans l'eau c'est lourd pour mon âme
Je suis une poétesse qui fume en commun et qui sirote du N. O
Mes références hip hop dans le tact mais moralement ma locomotive sainte a décroché sur
eux pistes
En attendant et entre le temps cracher les rimes les plus difficiles clin d'œil à la cutie
dans le dos avec les yeux indigènes
C'est un démon déguisé qui essaie de me tirer dessus comme un film chair et beauté
moi plus faible que ces haut-parleurs d'ordinateur portable
Tour de danse prédicateur
7 jours sans prière rend un plus faible
Early bird wordsmith ver dans mon bécher
Sax reed humide jazz Birdland caractéristiques
Ill compositions vous pouvez le blâmer sur la main
Joe Brown Swing marteau Eddie à la barre
Seul Dieu peut me juger