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Bushwick Bill - "Ever So Clear"
See, most of my life I never had shit
I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit
Damn near didnt make it on my day of birth
Thinking was I really supposed to be on this planet earth
I take a deep breath, and then another follows
Cos hardship is kinda hard to swallow
See, its rough bein a loner
Not knowin any given day and time I could wind up a goner
See, people got it bad from jump street
And bein short is just another strike against me
I used to get funny looks cos I was small
And tryin to make it was like runnin through a brick wall
Given the odds I was up against, bro
The average nigga woulda quit a long time ago
But now Ive got a record out
Im doin shows, people payin to see me turn it out
Now Im the spice around town
Its funny how an album can change a niggas life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I dont know a friend from a foe
And every different day its a different fuckin hoe
And now that my pockets are gettin bigger
Im meetin hoes who only wanna juice a nigga
They tell me that they love me and all that
But really they just wait for me to fall flat
So they can get me for my income
Take me for all I got, and then some
Like Trina, you dig
I fucked up and got too attached to the bitchs kid
Knowin that she used the baby to use me
Took him out my life, mentally abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different type of game she liked to play
Her name was Crystal, she played the quiet type
And for a little while shit seemed alright
But just like the first hoe, homie
When shit got hectic the bitch broke out on me
And its gettin outta hand, gee
Cos nobody seems to understand me
Reminiscin got me feelin kinda low
I broke out the Ever-Clear and then I drunk some mo
Until it was all gone
Now Im lookin for somebody to take my pain out on
But not just anybody, gee
Ima take that on to Mica cos shes the closest to me
Full of that Ever-Clear and high on that buddah
Get to the house all Im thinkin bout is shootin her
Cos shootin her would be sweet
But you know whatd be sweeter? if I make her shootin me
Call me crazy, but thats what Im thinkin
Im trippin from all that smokin weed and drinkin
But I knew she wouldnt do it on her own, so I provoked her
Punched her, kicked her, and chocked her
She still wouldnt grab the gun
And at that time I wasnt thinkin about no one
Damn near crazy I went and grabbed the baby
Held him by the door and said ima throw his ass out, hoe
She went to cryin, somebody stop him
I said: you better grab the muthafuckin gun or ima drop him
She snatched the baby out of my hands
We started fighting, punching, scratching, and biting
When we fell on the bed, check this shit
All kinds of crazy shit was goin through my head
So I ran and got the gun and came back to her
Loaded it up and handed the gat to her
I grabbed her hand and placed the gun to my eye muscle
She screamed stop and then we broke into another tussle
Yo, durin the fight the gun went off quick
Damn! aw shit, Im hit
(Aw... my eye, I cant see
Why you shot me in the eye?
I woulda shot you in the body
Why you shot me in the eye?)
Ridin in the ambulance everything is hectic
I cant get a grip, I just cant check this
Everybodys cryin, could it be Im dyin
Bullet in my head, in the bed was lyin
Wheres Mica? I wanna tell her I love her
With an [ ] in my arm I took a picture for an album cover
Goddamn, the shits a trip, gee
Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me
I hear my family hollerin he needs us
Durin the confusion, man, I seen jesus
My moms on the phone long-distance from New York
Here comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apart
I got a monkey on my back, I cant shake it
Im havin suicidal thoughts hopin that I dont make it
But Ima make it cos somethings steady urgin me
Five hours passed, I made it through surgery
And the doctor said I wouldnt make it through the night
But god told me everything is gonna be alright
And Im glad that Im here, gee
But its fucked up I had to lose an eye to see shit clearly
Aw man, I made it
I made it
And everyone gets to hear my story
I made it
But dont try this at your home
Learn from my mistakes
Kick the beat in, Bido
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