Living Life On Life's Terms - 1967

Well, grey clouds wrapped round the town like elastic Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heals rubbed toes Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows Dressed in their suits and their boots, well, they all look the same I took myself down to the cafe to find all The boys lost in books and crackling vinyl And carved out a poem above the urinal that read Don't you cry for the lost Smile for the living Get what you need and give what you're given Life's for the living, so live it Or you're better off dead While the evening pulled the moon out of it's packet Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket We needed a nail but we tacked it 'til it fell of the wall While pigeon's pecked trains, sparks flew like planes The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye, she said Don't you cry for the lost Smile for the living Get what you need and give what you're given Life's for the living so live it Or you're better off dead Well I'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage They take your dreams down and stick them in storage You can have 'em back son When you've paid off your mortgage and loans Oh, hell with this place, I'll go it my own way I'll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway Someday someone must be going my way home 'Til then I'll make my bed from a disused car With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars And I'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread Don't you cry for the lost Smile for the living Get what you need and give what you're given You know life's for the living so live it Or you're better off dead Don't you cry for the lost Smile for the living Get what you need and give what you're given Life's for the living so live it Or you're better off dead

Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway Man, I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all! I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie? Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me 'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh) Coke price go up, capsules come down The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!) When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!) Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda," fuck around and leave you "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda, murda," your life's on the line Y'all niggas don't want no part of me Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear "He say, she say" shit Unless he say she said she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!) I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood, they like, "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em" Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda," fuck around and leave you "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda, murda," your life's on the line These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh) That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!) Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car NASCAR, truck with a crash bar And TVs in the dash, pa See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha) I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!) Now if you say my name in your rhyme You better watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars 50, um... Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends The games you playing, you get killed like that Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that See me when you see me, nigga! What! Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda," fuck around and leave you "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda, murda," your life's on the line Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me You tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six