Lutricia McNeal - Badlands



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   I'm talking about the badlands
  Ain't nothing but a sadland
  I don't blame it on the city
  But the badlands put its mark on you
  
  I see Johnny at the corner
  As the Popsicleman
  All of a sudden he's got a gun in his hand
  Now Jonhny's in a wheelchair
  'Cause of the Popsicleman
  At the wrong place at the wrong time
  Now he understands
  
  I need to find some peace of mind
  I need a rest, I need to unwind
  this hangin' and bangin' goin' on This ain't no hell, this is my home
  
  I'm talking about the badlands
  Ain't nothing but a sadland
  I don't blame it on the city
  But the badlands put its mark on you
  
  (SWING:) Bad Land!
  You gotta know the streets muthafucka
  It can't be no one time beef muthafucka
  Can you feel me really
  I hope you rocking mic's
  Than you ain't slinging dope
  Check the masses who major in the gunblast
  On yah filthy rich ass
  'Cause you ain't never cut class
  But they did
  Now they're fuckin' underrated
  And ain't trying to throw no joints, or no bullshit
  Just drink liquor, smoke hydro and just pull shit
  Stay jigg without the man, stack the grand
  'Cause the plan done work
  Now we're duckin' from Uncle Sam
  Blam! Take that on yah way out
  Stay out! Yah days out - lights out!
  Back to my hideout
  You inside out makes the inside edition
  A scar is my tradition
  Doin' you in intermission
  
  She's just a wannabe
  Just wannabe be somebody
  She's just a wannabe
  Just wannabe be somebody




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