Broken Pieces

[Chorus]

When your dreams are broken pieces

The world can be a cold and cruel place

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Yo, Yo, speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud

Skinny waist, fat ass, pretty face, evil mouth

Hollywood, partied with fake thugs, posers, and cokeheads

Her uncle was the ex-drummer from Guns n' Roses

Met her over Joey Silvera's house, a party girl

She was 19 and happy that her parents finally let her out

Three abortions, two from the same boyfriend

The third one during an orgy, might have been Sean Penn's

Yeah, I put it in her mouth once and we remained friends

Seen her out at the clubs now and again, the same shit

The same sneaky crowd, same cocaine, same tits

Same dreams about becoming a star and making ?

Played a hooker on Entourage, swore she made it

Made friends with the wrong crowd, got played quick

Took the first sniff of that grey shit then ate dick

Dummy ate her first syringe was never the same since, listen

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[Verse 2: Jeru tha Damaja]

Check it out, he a self proclaimed thug but the kid could rap

His idol was Tupac, he was always wanted to act

Portray a thug on the silver screen

Show Hollywood the block, just had the rock, just one last scheme

With this move he financed a demo

Planned to vic a spot, they mixed coke with other chemicals

His team the neighbourhood criminals

Guess they missed the truth about birds of a feather

? Part of the plot, nobody move but motherfuckers still get shot

Grab the shit and head back to the block

He ain't know, a witness seen him come and go from both the rooftops

First, they murked his moms and his pops, then his girl and her seed

Slit her throat then filled the kid with shots

Paramedics did what they could,

RIP, another mural on a wall in the hood

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[Verse 3: Slaine]

When you were younger, under your bed there was a monster

Between your legs where he wants you he haunts you

Still to this day, you got little to say

'Bout the nightmares you kept that had you widdled away

There's a little girl, a victim who's a diddler's prey

But you shut up, now you grown up, all fucked up

? tongue slippin through your ?

Nowadays the same stuff's rippin' you apart

You're 26, tryin to get rich quick

High heels, lipstick, slidin' down poles

They don't call you miss now, they call you "this bitch"

That bitch bend over backwards

Throw a dollar at you and that's it

You've been bruised and scraped, abused and raped

And so drained from cocaine and dudes and snakes

If somebody had to walk a day inside your shoes they'd shake

It's like you never had a chance to choose your fate, wait

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