Over There - Graciellita

(SPM speaking) I just want to say, I love all you haters It's not your fault. You was raised to like the smell of shit. Us players... We like the smell of roses. (Female singing) Who's over there? No one said that life was fair. You haters come from everywhere. Ya'll hate us just because you're scared. (SPM) Broken Dreams, to be the coke King Everyone asleep except me and the dope fiends 5 a.m. sittin on the corner The day's gettin warmer, but my heart's gettin colder Sold my last bolder, let the storm pass over. Never touch my dope. I'm only the cash holder. Soldier. I sleep with one eye open. In the land where you see men die smokin'. Let the fry soak in wata wata. Hillwood cowboy fuckin down the farmer's daughter Street saga, corner store robba Like Parcel I'll take yo gal a la cama. Balla, my block hotta than lava. The wetback, in love with my mojada. Poppa, shit talka, dick droppa SPM, the rap Skywalker. Chorus (Low G) Which road will I travel? White sand or hot gravel? Fuck a friend, I don't even trust my own shadow. I'm in a battle with the dirtiest of enemies. 'Cuz I'm shippin dope all across the 7 seas. Low G and that Wizard of OZ At the ranch where my weed plants grow free. December 9, a child was born with no heart. Since a kid, they said I wouldn't go far. Ghetto scars tryin to keep away from metal bars. That hood is ours. Fuck Escobar. And the Diaz brothas. I roll with top soldiers. If they approach us. I'll bury those cockroaches! Chorus (SPM) I ain't start from the bottom I dug myself out a hole. Grabbed a pen And taught myself how to flow. Now my snow creased out My shit's primo Toe taggin haters with a tiny torpedo The C.E.O. Me and my nuts make a good trio. I'm the nigga pissin in a cup for my P.O. Life hit me like a double shot of whiskey. In every song, I give a piece of my history. This be reality. They wanna battle me. But that'll be the day. Gather up my family. Packin heat. Pick 'em up like a sack of meat. Most my niggas dead Or walk around with shackled feet. We had to eat. You can ask these cops. I bought my first hoopty with 15 rocks. They smoke nonstop. I watched as the crack melted. I come real cuz I really can't help it Chorus and out

Outside, over there Where the war was raging Run little child, far from home The Lord will take you with Him As mushrooms, high as mountains, Came from Neptune's submarines A little girl named Ida lived in a shack up by the sea Her daddy was away at war, Her mother had lost her mind So Ida in the harbor softly sang her lullabies To hush her baby sister And to calm her mother's shakes And by the waves a'crashing, For her father she would wait One evening Ida sang a song Soft as May breeze blows When a blinding flash of light came Her eyes began to close And devils in their hooded cloaks Through the window climbed They took her sister from her crib And ran off in the night When Ida looked to check the crib When finally she arose She saw a figure made of ice Melting by the stove Outside, over there Where the war was raging Run little child, far from home The Lord will take you with Him Ida put on her mother's coat And walked out to the cliffs The sky was scarred with napalm The hills were drowned with mist She buried a rose in the ground And started up the road To find her sister in the night And safely bring her home There were soldiers in the twilight Thieves drinking by the caves She just listened up for her daddy's voice To come drifting 'cross the waves On the edge of Neptune's kingdom Was a forest and it was said That any man who went in there Was never seen again But Ida clutched her mother's coat And pressed on through the trees For in the ground she saw the tracks Of wretched devils' feet The path ahead grew fainter As the branches tied in knots And Ida felt like every step she took was being watched Outside, over there Where the war was raging Run little child, far from home The Lord will take you with Him Where deep amongst the wild woods The girl began to tire When she came across a cabin Windows flickered with a fire She knocked upon a wooden door An old man showed his face With kind eyes like her fathers And a beard long and grey She saw her sister sleeping Near two angels wearing hoods She had some supper Then she slept to dream about the woods After three days passed The mist had cleared The sky was clear and bright She took her sister in her arms And bid the man goodbye She ran back through the forest Saw no soldiers and no thieves 'Till she found herself back up At the shack by the sea But when she flung her arms around her mother she shed tear For the woman stood before her was blind and aged by thirty ears She said, "Oh, my darling Ida, my wait is at an end. As this rosebush grew I prayed each day that we would meet again. So they sat out in the evening And the sun shot all around 'Till early the next morning When their bodies were found Outside, over there Where the war was raging Run little child, far from home The Lord will take you with Him