Sunday, August 19, 2007

Pimpin' The Blame....

Ok, this song/rap is a combination of two separate incidents that were directly related to me. I combined them with my own observations and interpretations. I believe that popular NeoCon radio personalities and well-known liberals are the ones "pimpin' the blame".
Pimpin' The Blame

you slither 'cross the tracks to my side of town
leavin' a trail of slime so the rest of your kind can follow, follow
across the street from the grocery sto'
you stand on the corner with yer $40 dollar 'ho'
1/2-a-block up from the jr. high school
fly ain't fly and cool ain't cool no mo', no mo'
as we walk on by you never take your eye
from my 10-year-old daughter
you motion to the ho a-standin' there
waitin'
like a lamb led to slaughter
i'm between my little girl and the trash
hold on to her, keep her from lookin' back

i believe you, so believe you me
you owe a death to society
you ask "you wanna a piece a this?"
a-here's a hollow-point you can kiss

and
(chorus)
get the **** away from me boy i'll shoot you dead (x4)

escalades make the rounds 'round the block
still, it's all malt likker to the Clear Channel talkers
keep your ear to the ground and the neighborhood watchers
and you watch 'em turn up dead, dead
it's one thing to listen while you're ridin' in your car
about white-flight on the NPR
about the welfare system and ol' FDR
and the easy money made jus' pimpin' blame hard, hard

but it's another when it's does a drive-by on the neighborhood bar (chorus)

check the PC hypocrisy at the real world door
it's got nothin' to do with the real state of poor
the reaction in relation to the real state of things
you creep on the corner don't give a crap about blame
but if you could do radio you'd pimp that hate
and sooner or later it's fish or be bait (chorus)

jus' pimpin' the blame, pimpin' the blame
it's got nothin' to do with the real state of pain
jus' pimpin' the blame, uh huh uh, and (chorus)

i'm between my little girl and the trash
hold on to her, keep her from lookin' back


© D. Dain, 2007.

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