Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Homeless Lyrics
[Intro: Julius Luciano]It's hard to estimate the nation's homeless populationSo we shouldn't add them into the equationThat's what people thinkSee we shouldn't wait for the Census Bureau to acknowledge themWe a part of themA chain is only as strong as its weakest linkBefore we reach the brink of destruction, we can reach an understandingAt least I'm wishing we wouldIts aight, I'm a bum tooBy which i mean B.U.MA Brother Unfairly Misunderstood#truestory[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]Yo, where I'm from the have-nots feel like refugeesWith no refuge, I'm trapped, who's gonna rescue meAll of my life I've been caught in this fightI'm in a boxing ring, no refereeAs a child I was homeless, wait let me strike a sceneEleven years old, been in these scary streets for weeksWith one parent, my family portrait never been completeI'm asking every pedestrian to spare some sympathyThey stare as if I reek of excrementThey speak so arrogant and keepTheir distance as if they can't bare the stench of meThey scared as if I reach, and steal their shitBut I'm innocent. Never been a thiefCan't spare a cent to meEmbarrassment's the least of my concernsWhat to do now?Me and my family stuck on the groundStomach is starting to rumble and growlClenching it tight to muffle the soundStarting to feel like a stray dogBut at least they get picked up by the poundDown on my luck, no luck to be foundI pray to God, looking up in the clouds[Hook 1: Julius Luciano]A young nigga with no place to go, and you can see I'm homelessSwitch the "m" for a "p", and now I'm hopelessI'm losin' my mindHow will I focus?Where will I go?Where will I go?Feels like I'm walking round aimlesslyI'm so lost, feels like I've lost days of sleepAs I fall, to my knees, somebody pray for meO woahWhere will I go?Where will I go?[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]In case you wonder why I don't mind stuntingA skeeting for an hour has been a long time comingI was a little nigga, who was homelessWho's empty pockets needed a fill-upBut I wasn't approached by a DrummondLive or cats got killed for kicks and bassNope not drummingTalking low-tops and coke rocks from know-nots dumbing.45 bustingWasn't old enough to go job-huntingStanding 4'5" hustlingPicture that like camera-menOur society is garbageIf home is where the heart isThis is why I'm heartlessThis is why I'm starvingFlashbacks of raindrops drizzling while your dark *****Sitting by the park benchLike this is my apartmentThis is why my bars sickTheir darker than the tar-pitI should feel like I'm carsickFrom so much drive, ***** them haters who mouth-runFailure is an option, not just a possible outcome[Hook 1: Julius Luciano][Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]Ok. This is real talk shitSleeping on the park benchStarving as darkness fallsAnd we all kidsTalking to God, saying we drowningWhere's our ship?Noah's Ark departed without usNow we got this hardshipNo apartment, car, or houseAnd now my savage heart getsDarker than the darknessNow this cat is heartlessI'm praying for some brighter days so I can talk shitI'm waiting on my father's grave so I can hauk spitAll of my aunts disowned usAnd now we all alone plusThey called the law on usTo throw us off in a foster homeCuz we never had a home to call our ownBut y'all can go suck our *****ing dicks you *****ing *****esNow that we all are grown upI'm trying to buy a house and a childhoodAsk me for a handout, I wish thou wouldIf you ain't been through what I been through, then I don't trust youIf you ain't struggled, then hustled, nigga ***** you[Hook 2: Kobe]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahOur father, who are in heavenHope you hear me, man these streets are crazy, yeahOur father, hope you hear meI know you see meMan this is all I got, okay?This is all I got, okay?Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]I'm from a place where enemies keep Glocks explodingSo I burn beef like pots without non-stick coatingWatch the profit you clock, or your guap get stolenProtect yourself at all time, I don't mean cops and TrojansCops patrolling and raiding shitNiggas without electricity get it turned on themselves, Raiden shitYou gotta have a strong will to escape the shitCause success is related to Will, like Jaden SmithI'm married now, the hustle-games' my *****Dedication is the anchor that holds down a relationshipI told her 'You Belong With Me', Taylor SwiftPersistence is a virtue, like patience isMy niggas trying to get major rich, selling green plantsSelling out the Garden, like when major teams play the KnicksI'm from where niggas end up in jail or the morgueFallen soldiers live by, and fell by the swordThem hammers hit everything except nails through a boardPeople hollering bout college, but you'll (Yale) get ignoredHustler's got no Focus, so to hell with a FordPeople pushing whips, you wonder who the hell could affordMore souls get sold than Hell could affordCops watching everything, but fail to recordPolice brutality, these streets is Amity-VilleI see calamity, what I speak is actually realI'm speaking candidly, I need a piece of sanityBut I'm trying to feed my fam, even if people have to be killedReal recognize real if you don't seem familiarIf the truth hurts, then what I speak will kill yaLife is hard, in fact, damn right unfairBut I'm a winner nigga, damn right ***** yeahI'm living like I don't have one careBut I'm a stay drawn until I'm roommates with the Man upstairsKobe sing[Hook 2: Kobe]
