Another Day - Blu & Exile

Just another day living in the hood

Just another day around the way

Just another day, another day

They say rap’s like a trap

So I’m looking for the map to the back door

Sometimes I sit and wonder what the fuck I’m rapping for

So many cats more talented

That never had a chance in it

Not to mention niggas tryna damage it

Cold hearted vandalists

Fucking up the culture

They acting like it’s kosher to rap for the advantages

Making the game scandalous

Stranded so far from the art

You start to wonder if they ever was a fan of it

I’m digging in the crates with the candles lit

Looking for a record to describe my anger so I can sample it

Condense my feelings into sixteen bars

And try to sugarcoat my quotes so they won’t seem raw

And I can tell what you folks' dreams are

Cus all the video shows

Is hoes jocking

Niggas knocking on cars

Now the young’uns want a piece of the pie

So the devil let’s them starve and start feeding em lies

Now try to digest that

And you wonder why we buy stress sacks

To shit out what niggas

Dish out without Ex-Lax

I’m trying to get outta the west coast, Blacc

It’s a bad place

To raise fam

And I’ll be damned if I ever get back

Where shit’s at now

It’ll make Martin Luther shake his head

And sit back down

Like these niggas had the same dream

And Malcolm X would wonder

All y’all are on the same team

The way these fiends keep

Droning on in the mainstream

The lame thing about it

The same teams that bought it

Probably skipping this song

Build the walls around the ignorance

Defending what’s wrong

Instead of fighting for freedom

That’s why I only write in what I believe in and nothing less

I shoulda listened when my Moms told my ass to stay in class

Shoulda listened instead of ditching to get a little ass

Or maybe I shoulda listened to my Pops when he told me hip-hop won’t do shit

But keep me on the block

Or maybe I shoulda listened to my niggas pitching rocks

Cause they pushing nice whips from cooking white bricks

Or maybe I should be like my uncle

That nigga be pimping White chicks

But none of em lead a life like this

It’s like the right do righteous

To try to stay the fuck out of hell

But me, I’m tryna stay the fuck out of jail

Cause I can smell trouble coming my way

Plus there’s so many reasons a nigga want to keep a gun to his waist

It don’t take much to make him pull out

Cause niggas die for they rides, money and broads or calling the wrong hood out

And suckers still tripping on colors like a motherfucking racist

My cousin was banging at my Aunt’s cookout

It’s a full-out war and I don’t know who to listen to

I thought rap was a positive gap I could get in to

But nowadays you gotta bust a cap if they dissing you

Either that or be labeled a bitch cause you didn’t shoot

It’s hard to pick and choose right from wrong

Like if you rap about freedom, nobody likes your song

But do a track about cheating, bitches will play it all night long

I don’t get it why the righteous fall

Like my ex used to bump Xzibit and her favorite line was

I be catching bitches while bitches be catching feelings

Yet she don’t want me tricking around

See, she idolize the lifestyle but don’t want none of it going down

It’s kinda like these phony clowns thinking they hood dwellers

Acting Mafioso cause they seen Goodfellas

Now they running through the hood yelling Blu is bucking rounds

Bet you’re giving your attention to me now