Представляем точный текст композиции "Three Sides To A Story" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Joe Budden . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Three Sides To A Story» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Joe Budden передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Joe Budden - "Three Sides To A Story"
Lyrics to Three Sides To A Story : [Joey as Derrick] My names Derrick, Im from Queens right there on Merrick Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torcher And I just did that for manslaughter Odds was against me, murder in the second degree Made it less cuz I gave em a plea Thats the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past When all niggaz kno me for is the past And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash They know if something ever sparked itll cock it and blast Now Im tryna live straight and get my act together But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together Long time ago, when I wasnt home she was cleaning my room Cried when she found a gat in the dresser Said no child of hers woulda had dat, never!!! But with all the dirt I was doing I felt like I hadda protect her, I hadda protect us Stead of me sellin crack forever She rather be ina shop right, getting bags together Passing endeavors, wont allow me to get work Forced me to get work On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes youll hire me NIGGA DONT LIE TO ME!!! I gotta lil sister thats nine Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling But he dont help with the bills and Im back on the script So we dont go broke, Im back to this hammer that I hafta tote Stash ya kno, Im killin em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash And those two chicks a month that mom get dont last Lil Sally still young she developing fast Oh, you thinking the same thing, its a hell of a task Then it clicked me, plain close, cops came to get me But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant They knew about it all they said they had an informant Im back in this caged up cell With the apes in jail, now Im back in this eight by twelve See I tried to live right But society aint made for niggaz to live right Mommy just write Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight And Ill be home real soon, dont cry, its iight [Chorus] I know it might seem like its all good But this is what its like in the hood I rep my set like you should But this is what its like in the hood [repeat] [Joey as Sally] My names Sally, and Im from Queens Im not happy Dad pasted away, moms remarried I gotta big bro, but hes in jail Moms said for some things that he used to sell And Im always with step-dad, his names Beau And theres some things about him that my mom dont kno And he says if I tell that it wont be pretty And Im really scared of em, hes already hit me He touches me places I dont like it And I aint talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss I mean touch me places thats private And he dont just touch he put summin inside it He says the more he does that, Ill start to like it Hand over my mouth so Im quiet Moms only wit em cuz our money is low Im sixteen but Im shaped like a twenty year old And my moms in love so she makes excuses But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises Why step daddy gotta take me thru this Help, somebody, Im getting raped I cant do this Nobody understands Im weary Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion All the while moaning and pushin You try to push him, hes getting bothered You yell and you scream but he starts going harder Trust me, its summin you dont wanna be apart of Cuz even when its over, your life, itll scare ya Visit my bro, he can tell Im sad Staring hard at my stomach he can tell Im fat He can tell Im mad But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that' Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that' Yep, thought youd agree so I keep it all to me Baby on the way, and Im not working And I kno its his cause I used to be a virgin Derrick says hell handle it, wipe my tears He dont know, this is what its like for years And it falls on def ears Damn mommy please come home, please mommy dont leave us alone Some secrets are hard to keep Some secrets make it hard to sleep And sleep is the only time I feel safe Still the act haunts me, and I kno Ima wake up with step daddy on me' [Chorus] [Joey as Beau] My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with But shes always in church, real religious I hadda son he was young he was gifted Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas Three shots close range with a handgun I knew before I met Pam that it was Pams son I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder And went on a manhunt just to kill they father Derrick and my boy hadda mutual friend That put me on doing what I gotta do for revenge Derricks coming home now, and hes gonna get it And I kno hell be lookin for me with a biscuit Not hard to find, got them teks in handy, and Im in his house having sex with him family I got his mom on the bed and the canopy And Im with his sister molesting her candy Now he kno it all His friend prolly told em, and you cant hide nothing ina hood so small But then it came Sunday, Beau aint hafta work Just humped on Sally, Pams in church Derrick bust in, Beau just froze White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes Screams, "Get ready for your funeral Beau" And then he reach to his hip and let a few of em go Cause hes packin but Sally starts gaspin Holdin her stomach, I guess she started having contractions Beau grabbed his, now they both got heat Just gunnin, both ignoring the seed thats coming Now Sallys in the crossfire, screams out stop Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hott Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked Barricades up, yep, you already kno yall Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars Cops on the mega phone, "come down now" But it all calmed down somehow Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray Nope! Shots done ric-o-shade, cops take him away And now some niggaz miss em But it wasnt the guns that killed Sally, nah it was the dumb niggaz wit em When we gonna learn to treat our people sacred Theres some type of way kid, were all related When we gonna grow and get rid of the hatred Cuz this shit happens on a regular basis, this shit happens on a regular basis This type of shit happens everyday kidd [Chorus] [ Three Sides To A Story Lyrics ]
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