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by Sam Djafari


Background Check by Sam Djafari

I remember back in the days the path I used to take
I would allways choose to create something that was truthfully made
My works was usually great, nuthin wack nuthin fake
My path in life was full of madness and misstakes
That I actually made, get the facts get it straight
Fuck the bastards and fakes, I acted insain
Full of rath and with rage
People probably said about me is it madness he claims?
I was home alone sometimes smokin bones writing rhymes
I was against fighting crimes

Cauze most people dont know how it feels
Listen up now for reel
I gots to chill, i gots to chill
My pops got ill and never healed
He hasnt evan gotten better still

I would be cookin up rocks lookin for props
Hookers and cops were never shook on my block
You see I grew up in a nice area
But the secret basement in my home was worse than Siberia
The loft and the chamber, was locked, filled with anger
There aint no doubt about it I wanted to get out of the house quick
There are still ghost and spooks, and alot of them too not only a chosen few
I didnt get my moment of truth
I never beet my father up when i left the house thinkin I best get out

My home was hell but my block on the other hand
Was where I met my brother man
U see people like me and like him are allways eager to win
We allways want to seize the day and achieve whats great

The safety of my block was basically all that I got
My mother and my greedy pops
Where the only thing standing between me and the top
If you got a looser of a pops, just be truthfull to ur block
If he is screwed of the top like a bottle with soda pop
Than you better rock and never stop

But if you hit rock bottom and you got problems
Never give up no
And if you ever fall down than you better git up yo
Fuck the Five-O, fuck the popo
I mostly ryde solo
Props to my peeps
Fuck the cops and police
Gangstarap made me do it
It pushed me right through it
I could never move on
In fact to tell you the truth I was gone

I came from a broken home
My dad had no control
My pops used to beat me, my moms used to cheat with me
Illegally and eegerly they where allways equally evil see

But I was never from the getto no
But I moved there and was temporary settled though
And listen up yo, I dont know if you heard of this dawg
But a childhood with abuse can leave permanent scars




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Publicerad 2025-12-10 15:21



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