Life In Bondage [The Mind of Robert Cooper]

Lyrics

[Hook] 2x I was only thirteen as my mom's passed away Had to face reality, hey Me feel what do you mean, gots to get finer things Stick closer to my dreams, hey [Verse 1] My mind is not unwilling, I'm day dreamin' out the window Say stepfather please don't hurt my mother, torture, murder I heard about this story of this lady's burnin' bed Oh Lord I'm just a kid inside my head, I meditate myself Won't you come on in, let 'em die tonight Tonight I know it don't sound right But see Crown is bout make it fine And man why? AlI because he wanted that whole life And that's not nice when his mother was (?) Stayin' in our two bedroom house, so many blues State 5-0 forces crew there too, they goin to get my favorite shoes Cool? Nawl when my oldest brother sports my drawls Cracks in the walls when we walk the family picture falls Now tell me what's gon' happen next? They say I'm stressed Put tape across my chest is just a process of a lunatic Caught up, wait up, hold up, I'm tired of runnin' Nigga I'm young, man something's wrong My life in bondage got me wonderin' [Hook] 2x I was only thirteen as my mom's passed away Had to face reality, hey Me feel what do you mean, gots to get finer things Stick closer to my dreams, hey [Verse 2] M-zzz-e ain't no bi-zzz-tch please excuse me for my fre-ench But some wrong with this picture's gettin' thick, it's gettin' smeary I'm hearin' stepdad creepin' by the fire, she didn't mean it But what about her kids, see we saw as he was seein' Jesus Come in, come in, come in, won't you give me a test Oh Lord you got me paranoid so now I'm wonderin'-in' To call the fed-eds There goes another nigga beside the head Reminiscin' on a play that he said Now my mom finna go to the med yeah Sweatin' by the minute, by the sec-sec-sec, I'm sw-sw-sweatin' Now that she's in critical condition, things gettin' he-e-e-ectic Protect my mom, please prote-te-tect my mo-o-o-other Cause Koop don't wanna go and live in the g-g-gutter My little sister, little brother, so little do they know Look, how I'ma tell 'em that their love is never comin' home? Come along, lettin ya know what's wrong with us Mother walk right through the door The Koopsta could die [Hook] 2x I was only thirteen as my mom's passed away Had to face reality, hey Me feel what do you mean, gots to get finer things Stick closer to my dreams, hey [Beat Change] [Hook #2] If you ain't from Texas (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Tennessee (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Mississippi (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Louisiana (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Georgia nigga (You ain't from the south) South Atlanta and North Atlanta (You ain't from the south) Alabama and Florida nigga (You ain't from the south nigga) [Verse 1] Agonize 'em, house of pain, basses flowin' through my veins Hear some knocking, something strange Could it be them bitches mane? Know that ain't the mane, let the metal rain, rain Got twenty shells breakdance that's how we do it in the south Watch your mouth, sayin' that we country, you offendin' me The Koop from the city, Memphis, abbreviated Ten-a-Key Could it be the sounds on this beat that's gon get me rich? Easy as me back on yo ass like the sun bitch Bustin' nerves, (?), dirts on the shirty shirrt Fuckin' with you lemons I done dropped my dope up on the curb Mega shirrt ain't gon' lie, this shit right here been some fire Koopsta soarin' in the sky, high, while I'm getting high South side up in this hit, North Memphis run this shit Droppin' the shit for the peasants Ow tell me what could be better biatch South, we ride, we ride, sou-south side, we ride, we ride YEAP [Hook #2] If you ain't from Texas (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Tennessee (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Mississippi (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Louisiana (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Georgia nigga (You ain't from the south) South Atlanta and North Atlanta (You ain't from the south) Alabama and Florida nigga (You ain't from the south nigga) [Verse 2] Hoe why these bitches quick to jump To get they motherfuckin' head bump I popped my trunk And then I blast them tr-izz-icks with my pump Here because of the shit that a nigga had committin' When I hit 'em from the night before Cause then I sworn I had to take them bustas to the morgue So sweaty loc, I have to go out like Charles Manson The Koopsta committin' evil shit with the mind of (me) A motherfuckin' hard lead, nervous in the head And yeah it's gonna be another nigga dead Twistin' on my (blunt) while I'm loadin' up my milli rounds So we can gonna spray and buck these busta bitches down Oh cause I'm really, really tired of hearin' babbage shit So let me hit them tricks and label this your crucifix The Koopsta from the Ville where the gangsta shit for real My type of killa leave you burnin' in the cornfield Because yo ___ got you niggas thinkin' you damn hard I break ya apart and have a ritual in the fucking park [Hook #2] If you ain't from Texas (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Tennessee (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Mississippi (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Louisiana (You ain't from the south) If you ain't from Georgia nigga (You ain't from the south) South Atlanta and North Atlanta (You ain't from the south) Alabama and Florida nigga (You ain't from the south nigga)