Album: K-HOOD Demotape Vol. I Artists: SBAR & Loc' Mill Song: 1994 [SBAR] i seen dark nights, rainy days, bar fights, shady ways starlight shinnin thru my window shade nothin can stop me, persuade me in other direction rose with gutters perceprion, without mothers affection smackin hoes for they bitch ways, i used to pack i switch blade goin into action where the children of the rich play wealth n honeys dreamin myself makin money livin fast, could be bleedin to death at 20 its haunts me, on every corner grim reaper stands waitin for the time to take me wit him to the black land my crew makin hits, techniques of the black hand pumpin rocks on the livest blocks, countin crack grams rouge teams, not respectin codes of the street run up in my projects, end up out under a white sheet my gangsta idols fell gettin clapped at night im hopin that one day ill see em again in the afterlife ayo word is bond, the world is wrong, for every serb killed another serb is born our flesh n bone, wanna see our shildren grow old without fears in they dome, without tears on the cheekbones many of us fell vicitm, died for no reason many of us burried but our spirit lives on dont wanna be in tha sctreets when tha night falls thats how we got down in tha 9-4 WHAAA! [Loc' Mill] they say memories fade but I remember tha days tryin to live positive through whatever it takes six years old about, three foot eight at that state of mind where mine sholda been great but through all the supression, pressure at every gesture i did wrong even though I had all the right intentions the essence of life was build on questions and answers thanks to the pressence of tha wannabe gangstas robin stores or earning dough was considered similar and what are cops to do, when most cops was criminals showdowns was regular, not kept on the lowdown daily news kept track and had playas on top crowned my moms cried hopin' I'd come home alive heard pistols and misells every time outside i send this recital to all the thug, and my idols got respect for they self, cuz streets know they vital but now that I think of it I don't wanna grow up hoppin live another moment and sleep with one eye open constant thoughts of '94 sending me to pen the year that sure turned many boys to men [SBAR] dont wanna be in tha sctreets when tha night falls thats how we got down in tha 9-4 WHAAA! park benches, dark stranges and dealers serb mind lerks within us mothers birthin sinners fathers sluripin on guinnes refugees movin away, generals who led guerillas comin back from the terrain where they saw mad killins, made em insain fillin buildins rain leakin through ceilins the pain is a feelin cant be maintaind, theres no healin spend my days tokin indo while gazin thru broken windows kids chasin rich gangstas in benzes with shiny chromes heart racin, runnin down tha stairs of buildin floors life we facin, country riddled wit bullet holes yound thiefs fate is goin upstate for robbin stores only escape from this place is a bullet thru ya dome dont wanna be in tha sctreets when tha night falls thats how we got down in tha 9-4 WHAAA!