Hard Concrete Lyrics by Coup, The

Hard Concrete Lyrics

    While growing up in the ghetto
    My time went fast
    See i be stealing from the grown ups
    Running from the tasks
    As i dash through the grass everyday
    Skipping class
    My daddy dont be tripping
    So you can kiss my ass
    Pass the doogie doobie lefthand side
    Only nine years old getting high getting high
    I wonder why my teacher's sweating me
    I did my history it dont relate to me
    My gpa 1.3
    See i remember places the names streets dates
    Anybody rolling with stolen license plates
    But if that faked out of date shit
    Wasnt in my way
    Ask me anything or where im from
    I bet i get an a minus
    In fact i am the finest
    Counting male faster than you can say your highness
    Dont combat me with dryness
    Cos i know the definition of any slang word
    So what's that synonym you're wishing?
    I want to be a lawyer
    Accused of a liar like latoya
    So im dropping the fourth grade
    Slinging lemonade
    I am my own keeper
    A young o'erachiever
    Ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver
    Now i lay me down to sleep
    Cos i cant eat my noodles right
    Dead bodies every other night

    We fucking up the appetite
    Tragedy is an everyday thing
    Put on a video game sit some time
    If i can stand the pain
    Give me the knowledge from the street
    Now watch me learn it
    I went to get a job
    But too young for a work permit
    Dont come my way (fool)
    I might just have to gack
    They say we growing up fast
    But we just dying faster

    Chorus
    Always dropping the good or villain cop
    Slam the child on the hard concrete
    Repeat


    Well it's june 17th
    It couldnt have came to me no quicker
    11 years old
    My chest a little thicker
    How you figger
    My life is gonna be bigger and better
    When that path im rolling on
    Is similar to that crooked letter
    Once i get a better view
    To check out that avenue
    Its drug infested
    Planted there just for me to be tested
    On the hard concrete
    Now it's three years later
    Came for me literally
    Caught me up stacking that refrigerator
    Ator
    Catching shirley down the block
    In the bucket
    She stepped to the back
    That's when i stuck it fuck it
    My first piece of butt
    It was just my luck
    Cause nine months later
    At my door she showed up
    Damn i was stuck
    Reminiscing in my seat
    I just turned sixteen but to me
    It's not sweet
    No edumaction
    This combination of ghetto life
    Is a straine pass the ben gay cream
    Eighteen looking as old as don king
    The indo in my brain
    Keep asking my
    How many years is it until my life expectancy
    Well let's see
    Another three done take away
    And now the hustling games a part of me
    Everyday
    My life is on the line
    Fool you can catch my fist
    Cos any other place
    Can be a better place than this
    Im now dismissed
    My body hit the concrete
    The bullet had no name
    As it was introduced to me
    The next morning
    Headline front page
    Young man shot cos of death of age

    Try to rise above it all
    Or drown in ...


    Chorus


    Man this is really something repeat

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