I'm Tryin - Gonna Get Got

They call me, Triple Jigga spit rhymes with vigor

And pull dime

Chicks like a trigger

Get pulled by (scratched) servicemen on Iraqi Civilians

Or by

LAPD on black street children

But fuck the LAPD let’s get back to the subject

It’s me

TRIP G!

I’ma tell ya little bit about myself since y’all

Contributed

To my personal wealth by buying this here CD

But if you

Downloaded it STOP…

If ya paid… LET THE BEAT DROP!

And let’s continue…

See?

Ya give a little get a little

Now here’s a little riddle

Who’s the man

Who fell in love then watched all his hopes as they fell like a dove that got

Shot out the sky

By Dick Cheney, man that guy’s a dick

But don’t let me

Stray see Im tryin to stay upon the subject

Though I look forward to it like a

Drug test

See I realize that what you don’t heal dies and what I feel lies

Deep down where I can’t get to it

I’m empty, hollow, just bones flesh

Fluid

My hearts got a wall and I can’t break through it (AWW)

See my brain

Pushed my pain down a long time ago

When I was a little boy watchin Barry

Manilow

Feelin joy and pain when he played Copacabana, yo

Now I feel nothing

Man… where did it go?

I don’t know but I know I must go down below

To where

The pain lies and let the pain rise

Cause when Satan dies is when I look into

His eyes and

My damn brain cries!

UH

I’m Tryin hard to define

What I’m tryin hard to find

But I’m finding it hard cause' it’s deep in my

Mind

And I’m sometimes scared of what I might see… UH YO

So I slide down

The vine of my mind

With the help of some weed and some wine tryin to

Find

What I’m tryin to find but sometimes I just wanna (bang!)

And be

Free…

But then I think of all the people I love and in my mind’s

The picture

Of their faces as they start to bury me.

UH YO

So I go back to tryin to find

What I’m tryin hard to find

But I’m finding it hard cause it’s deep in my

Mind

And I’m sometimes scared of what I might SEE SEE SEE

Uh…

Think that you can email me and get up in my face?

Back off I need my

Space

And I ain’t talking bout no internet

I’m talking bout my inner

Head

Girl I told you, my motherfuckin innards' dead

Cause' every time I try

To express myself

I had to repress myself and so distress my health

Like

When I was in Junior High

And the science teacher found my lyrics

Thats

When the fear kicks… IN

Sin… was what I like to write about

Plus homeless

Drug addicts, bones, blood, slugs, maggots

Unleashing automatics into your

Face

Until it looked like Bob Sagets'

I imagined a world with no law or

Consequences

And thus no mental fences, just relentless, death sentences

As I

Unloaded Glock after Glock upon flock after flock of jock

My fear reaches into

Cheerleaders hearts

Leaving teachers buried under bleachers with broken

Parts

Images of burning flags, sperm in rags, German (scratched)

With their (scratched) in

Herman Munsters' ass

In short the typical stuff of Junior High

But my teacher

Saw it went «My oh my…

This is outrageous, we never heard a' this…

We have to

Get you right out to see a therapist

So that we can cure all of your

Psychosis…»

And I said, «Bitch you could blow this…

I’ma lean right in to

Your bad ear and say this shit

LOUD AND CLEAR:

(Repeat Chorus)

So girl

Don’t cast me out I’m tryin

Don’t drag me down, I’m flyin.

Don’t let me

Drown throw a line

I’m tryin to get upstairs and find Zion

Not to go

Downstairs where I’d be fryin

Upstairs with Big and Pac to kick rhymes

Where

You can get yours and I can get mine

And maybe find what we tryin to find, but

Keep in mind…

There’s only one person that I love

There’s only one one person

That I love

No you can’t know their name… Stay away

No you can’t know their

Name… Stay away

Stay Away!

(Repeat Chorus)