MidWest/Philly...Confessions 2001 *rane of terror & redemption*
Brad Allen
Whaddup dun, I mean Dom, it's me, your boy, never astray/
Put the blunt in the ashtray, I got something to say/
First off, fuck rane and redemption, this is Dominic and Brad/
Philly and Kansas, we like our blunts packed like 20 sacks/
Remember them days Dom, like you and that asian gal/
Me, well I had that cheerleader chic who used me foul/
Remember her, and her, damn, won't go there I gotta a lil life/
And she reads my mind so I can't speak about our ex-wives/
I caught up with you when you still jockin high school/
And I still remember you telling me about that crazy fool/
Who jacked the teacher with a flower pot, cracked her head/
Over a grade dog, failure makes those feel less fortunate/
Like I ain't got a future so neither will you, your style the streets/
And me, my rhymes unique cause you can't put them to beats/
Instead you hear me on a pedestal condemning the world/
White and Black America joined to plant the seed to soil/
I remember that case dog, won't go there yet, but I remember/
And you remember darker days for me caused by december/
And we confessed it all, enter a new year, another day closer to death/
Maturity becomes survival of the fittest, an impossible test/
With no multiple choice, few rights and many wrongs/
Drive-by's and you gotta run like a fuckin fire alarm/
But instead of getting caught you get shot, blam...gone/
Another one for the devil that dwells in men...a time bomb/
Rane:
Brad, look at these fools follow footsteps of a trend/ have they a ever even
heard a man confessing his sins?/ how I told this bitch I loved her and slept
with her friend?/ got someone to rob her mother cause her dresser had gems?/
just to think, I wasn't even pressured by friends/ I think it was more when I
was tested by men/ it was my own will that pointed weapons at them/ my own will
that stashed my sock 'fore I stepped in my timbs/ but it wasnt my will that had
the cops check up for prints/ that aint even match but still got arrested
again/ shit, county got an electrical fence/ that'll send a thousand volts
direct through your skin/ left niggas with their chains, cash and rocks
missing/ guess I got knocked for what slipped past the cop's vision/ whenever I
felt like po would throw on the bracelet/ I thought, damn, they already let me
go on probation/ all the stupid shit I did smacked me up/ when I thought about
it in court shackled up/ nights ya'll kicked ya'll girls out and we snatched
them up/ brought them to the hood where the taxis don't come/ were we made
these crack fiends go numb/ never turned it down if you passed me a blunt/ used
to smoke trees with coke/ inhale so deep, you wouldnt see the smoke leave my
throat/ smoked dust and popped all kinda pills/ fuck bitches raw cause I don't
like how the condom feels/ looking for them kinda bills that let me push
bonnevilles/ and look out my room window, I cant see behind the hills/ if that
means I gotta committ some sins/ then ya'll niggas know you'll hear me
confessing again/
Redemption:
Memories flood me, like flashbacks, like watching myself die/
Grandaddy, you out there, I just hope you're proud of me/
I still try and visit you, remember you, you blessed my pen/
With ink eternal, poetry that touches even the hardest man/
Seen it all, I don't want to see anymore, retirement sounds good/
Someplace where I can become a hood just because I could/
Far away from this city, this state, this fucking country I'd escape/
But you can avoid all this until that uncertain date...fate/
Meaning death, but I'd rather go in a place of peace, serenity/
Then knowing I was another fatality that means nothing to me/
Damn people, toe tags have names, stories, but we ignore them/
Like our kids catching cases over hatred and anger, how can we cure them?/
Speaking of which, like my man caught up in the system, I first heard/
From a bird, his cousin, 'yo dog, Dom's in jail', don't fuck with my nerves/
'Nah dun, I'm for real', over some bullshit, dog, life turned for the worse/
Trapped in jail better then a hearse, dog, but you came out cursed/
I pleaded, needin you to drop gems but you were like a ghost/
And I had to host the show, never let them know you were going/
Thru some shit, some sorrows like empty bottles, yea, I know Dom/
The way you drink, the way I drink like Confessions 2001/
Rane:
I know while I was gone, you were doing your thing/ dog, I was starving for
food in the bing/ now Im starving to rule as the king/ crown on my pinky, the
diamonds look so blue in the ring/ its gets deeper than that though, the jewels
ain't the same/ when they're coming from the roots of my brain/ timb boots
stomp the terrain, ain't no stopping the Rane/ don't you know dog, thats like
stopping a train/ so you could put me behind bars/ serving a quarter, I'll
still come out with skills beyond ya'lls/ silly rabbit niggas, ask another dumb
question/ no doubt, Ima be making another confession/
Peace
"Fuck your restrictions"
Vadik
Unslept on. I particularly liked Rane's first verse, that's was dope as
hell. Good collab, props.
Vadik
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of them. It's either my mum or my dad. Or my older
brother Colin. Or my younger brother Ho-Cha-Chu. But
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Ish
Ish...waiting for some more R&R
I'm just a mean, mean man...
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GOD i'm good...wait, that's me.
I still put the "ill" in "skill".
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