Badlands (Feat. Swing)

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 Johnny'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

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

Bad Land!

You gotta know the streets muthaf-a

It can't be no one

time beef muthaf-a

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 f-n' underrated

Y'all showed no love

so now their hearts are full with hatred

And ain't trying to throw no joints, or no bullsh...

Just drink liquor, smoke hydro and just pull sh...

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