The Block

by Ka

From the album: Woeful Studies

Duration: 02:25

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Lyrics for The Block

If you wanna be successful You got to make a sacrifice somewhere down the line It ain't worth to make a sacrifice you can't make it My boy's supposed to be a star, got shot One missed his opportunity, got knocked Another touched his first money roll and got rocked A brother finally taking care of his moms, and got popped (popped) That's the block I've touched on it, just wanna stand majestic Wishes to be the shit, though the land was septic Out to get fly - never nested, every man was desperate As we discussed, eat enough from the famine and not look anorexic If it's for blueprints, we welcome all plans suggested, for past work They way past dirt, my hands infested, I have to leave some prints of peace where my mans is rested I'm the baron of the barren desert Work hard to shine lights, this ain't light work In my thought's lab pulling off scabs, it might hurt Threw the rice, I'm through enticed by a tight skirt, important stretch, courtin' death, and not only with life flirt Packed pounds, act like clowns, I go for the jugular Excavate the fate of street life, what you hope to discover? (?) a shout, made it out, show that there's hope for a brother Throw Colts in my gutter, never spoke of another Had to fight for shit, always dark but the nights was lit, since a baby with a rattle in the viper's pit I'm the home of many demons and they like the trip, the weak eat their heart out I never bite my lip A boy's supposed to be a star, got shot One missed his opportunity, got knocked Another touched his first money roll and got rocked A brother's finally taking care of his moms, and got popped That's the block Had the gift of rhyme, skip a lesson if you missed the line Saw signs were sold dimes, got out in the nick of time Still fighting the same wicked, not a different kind When "Protect Ya Neck" was on my deck, I was risking my mine Jus' wanna be touched by an angel, and posed by a juniper Admit its truth: getting loose brought us closer to Lucifer How the folks was moving, became a folks manoeuvre Smitten by forbidden fruit, became potent and juicier My boy was supposed to be a star, got shot One missed his opportunity, got knocked Another touched his first money roll and got rocked A brother's finally taking care of his moms, and got popped That's the block Got popped That's the block

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