Jim Jones - My Diary Lyrics

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Now we try corners old folks try and warn us

The cops try and swarm us blocks hot like saunas

Well fuck it I'ma risk it got a bunt nigga twist it

I'ma get drunk with my biscuit 5 cent cup

Take a sip kid I'ma product of the P-jects

My teachers always told me that I'd probably be a reject

I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D set

Two twelvin' with my homie he caught a homey of that D-wreck

He said it had him zonin' left the body in buldin' three steps

The project now on fire where you see the detects

His high is coming down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys

And now he findin' out that fuckin' murder was his co-D

And this the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem

No shit you smell a rat you better off him what's the problem?

In this business sellin' crack we cook that raw shit up to hard shit

And tell my fellas that and to my coffin steady mobbin'

To my coffin steady mobbin'

Take a look into my eyes

And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings

Take a journey through my soul

And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast

See they don't all wanna ride with me

I know it ain't right but this is my life

It's just a piece of my diary yeah

Now we ran reckless no grown ups to guide us

So it's the man what you expect I've grown up to violence

I had my eye up on the pushers the ones that stay fly

Fiends got high off the suga you know that ain't right

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That sweet cane some got buried to the street game

My niggaz only worried 'bout the jewelry and the street fame

And what the bitches thought of them it's all about the money

Well shit I cop some Porsche or trucks

Member I was hungry I was whippin' in the Corsica

Hoopty muthafucka hoppin' the double four's

My pants droopy muthafuckas and pardon my grammar

My nana died '95 so I done left my heart wit my grandma

I hid outside and played the park wit the hammer

And I'm watchin' for the narcs they movin' cars with antennas

Thug and respect for all my goons behind bars in the slammas

To my G's on rikers to all my three time lifers

Take a look into my eyes

And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings

Take a journey through my soul

And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast

See they don't all wanna ride with me

I know it ain't right but this is my life

It's just a piece of my diary yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast

So I'ma let you read my diary so I'ma let you read my dairy

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast

So I'ma let you read my diary so I'ma let you read my dairy

Now let's ride to where? To Harlem the West side

I show you blocks and murals dawg where some of the best died

Like who like who? Like Porter and them

I heard Po put the order on him now that's more than a friend

But he stitched of course now let's talk about Fritz the boss

And he got rich off snort they said 500 bricks was brought

So in hindsight it's a shorty who couldn't get a gist of his thought

But if you grind right wit the snorpy a whip could be bought

Now think about po-9 if it caught me how it get you in court

But now the feds they still tailin' me DA think he nailin' me

I had to turn in the goons come and post the bail for me

Still in the Byrd Gang myself you say Byrd Gang is wealth

And all the liquor stores man the syzzurp on the shelf

I rose from the dump you see now it's Dipset Byrd Gang the company

Take a look into my eyes

And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings

Take a journey through my soul

And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast

See they don't all wanna ride with me

I know it ain't right but this is my life

It's just a piece of my diary yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast

So I'ma let you read my diary so I'ma let you read my dairy

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast

So I'ma let you read my diary so I'ma let you read my dairy

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