Morocco Mike(Explicit) - Murs

Morocco Mike - Murs
Ay it's like me and this ni**a Eclipse
Been working on this sh*t hella hard for hella days
You know saying Been since like
95 both graduated and sh*t
Sh*t changed a grip for me this year
95 was some sh*t check it out
It was 95 the year of my graduation
I was in great anticipation of my date of release
From this educational prison
Moms made the decision
To throw me from the residence
It seems w**d and hip-hop had taken precedence
Over my responsibilities but it was alright
Because that day to day b******t was killing me
So willingly I left the home
And set out on my own
Shacked up with some crew Saga and Rhythm
Didn't have to give them any rent
So hella time was spent up late night
Freestyling getting high
Not knowing how I would make it to school the next day
From the Westside of L A I had to hit the 33
And now I hear them fools from Red
Dots is out to murder me
So certainly stresss built
Taking bus to night school every day
Could got my a** kilt
But I had to get my credits straight
Plus the bus ride gave me time to meditate
On how to set this sh*t straight
So late one night
I called up moms then we reached an agreement
Which only delayed
It didn't prevent what was bound to happen
She said she wasn't tripping
Just as long as I got a gown and cap
Then came graduation day
The only ni**a to walk the stage
With a zero point five four five GPA
I hand her the diploma and she still have sh*t to say
And it's f**kin off my vibe
And the album's on its way
I couldn't prolong the day when Murs
And the real world would collide
The year was nine-five
The year was nine-five
I thought I wouldn't survive
Living in the city
Where it's a day to day struggle to survive
The year was nine-five
Daily survival tactics in L A
Daily survival tactics in L A
Daily survival tactics in L A
Daily survival tactics in L A
Daily survival tactics in L A
I struggled my way in the summer
And now the album's almost done
But now is when the crew starts to fall apart
One by one we disassembled
Which sorta resembles my life
Falling apart right before my eyes
So I fantasized about having a video
And being on tour
To keep my mind off my empty stomach
And sleeping on the floor
Being that I'm broke
I'm stealing groceries from the store
And now it seems every battle I have turns to beef
And me broke with no heat
I'm looking over both shoulders whenever I hit the streets
And just when I thought I escaped defeat
I'm sitting with my homey and we smoking a beadie
When this cop see me and he decides to procede
A young black male with dreads it gotta be w**d
So he comes over with the usual disrespect
But that's all I've come to expect
From a motherf**ker with a badge and a God Complex
Next he's asking questions testing my patience
Finds out I'm underage now he's writing a citation
Asking me to stand up to be frisked
I'm like Man f**k this
Then this b**ch cop snatched me up from the back
I turned around to counter the attack
But I'm surrounded by five cops
Who don't appreciate the reply
So it's me they hogtie and throw on the asphault
Steady talking sh*t standing over me like it's all my fault
And now I got a court case to face
And in the first place I barely got enoughs to survive
So when the court date arrived
I damn sure don't got enough for a f**king bus ride
So they give me a warrant failure to appear
The next week I'm at the pier with my crew
I seen this fool I battled a couple days back
Hadn't seen him in a few I stepped to him
He's like Dude we need a rematch
You see my ego's been scratched
And when I tell him that sh*t ain't gonna happen
His ese partner went and opened up his trap
And tell me that the odds was uneven instead of leaving
I turned around and put this motherf**ker in his place
And at the same time
His homey all up in my ni**a T S face
So I'm think we about to squab;
But then the cops mob
And break it up now they feeling like
They did they job
But here they come back up the street hella deep
Talking sh*t like we wasn't gonna trip
So I took the first hit
And now we squabbing in the middle of the streets
The odds was 3-on-6 and we still held it down
Except for the one so called homey
Who stood there held the radio and looked around
And it seems like forever that we fought
But it eventually came to a halt
So then we hit the park to discuss what happened
I wake up the next day
These fools is talking bout capping me
Taking my life over a fight nah that couldn't be right
Lost sight of where I'm living Los Angeles
Where fools ain't giving a f**k
Stuck in the same place
With decisions to make
Either I kill them they kill me or I make an escape
So I took the money
That my step-pops left me when he passed away
And moved up to the Bay only to find out
Niggaz gonna have problems wherever you stay
And it's been a couple of years
And some of these fools is still tripping to this day
So I feel I can safely say
That on this planet there ain't no place like L A
There ain't no place like L A
Mid-City fool b**ch
Heated defeated day after day
Daily survival tactics in L A