Coup Hard Concrete lyrics

Hard Concrete by Coup

Hard Concrete lyrics

While growing up in the ghetto 
My time went fast 
See I be stealing from the grown ups 
Running from the tasks 
As i dash through the grass everyday 
Skipping class 
My daddy don't be tripping 
So you can kiss my ass 
Pass the doogie doobie lefthand side 
Only nine years old getting high getting high 
I wonder why my teacher's sweating me 
I did my history It don't relate to me 
My gpa 1.3 
See i remember places the names streets dates 
Anybody rolling with stolen license plates 
But if that faked out of date shit 
Wasn't in my way 
Ask me anything or where im from 
I bet i get an A minus 
In fact i am the finest 
Counting male faster than you can say your highness 
Don't combat me with dryness 
Cos i know the definition of any slang word 
So what's that synonym you're wishing? 
I want to be a lawyer 
Accused of a liar like LaToya 
So im dropping the fourth grade 
Slinging lemonade 
I am my own keeper 
A young o'erachiever 
Ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver 
Now I lay me down to sleep 
Cos i can't eat my noodles right 
Dead bodies every other night 

We fucking up the appetite 
Tragedy is an everyday thing 
Put on a video game sit some time 
If i can stand the pain 
Give me the knowledge from the street 
Now watch me learn it 
I went to get a job 
But too young for a work permit 
Don't come my way (fool) 
I might just have to gack 
They say we growing up fast 
But we just dying faster 

Chorus 
Always dropping the good or villain cop 
Slam the child on the hard concrete 
Repeat 


Well it's June 17th 
It couldnt have came to me no quicker 
11 years old 
My chest a little thicker 
How you figger 
My life is gonna be bigger and better 
When that path im rolling on 
Is similar to that crooked letter 
Once i get a better view 
To check out that avenue 
Its drug infested 
Planted there just for me to be tested 
On the hard concrete 
Now it's three years later 
Came for me literally 
Caught me up stacking that refrigerator 
Ator 
Catching shirley down the block 
In the bucket 
She stepped to the back 
That's when i stuck it fuck it 
My first piece of butt 
It was just my luck 
Cause nine months later 
At my door she showed up 
Damn I was stuck 
Reminiscing in my seat 
I just turned sixteen but to me 
It's not sweet 
No edumaction 
This combination of ghetto life 
Is a straine pass the ben gay cream 
Eighteen looking as old as Don King 
The indo in my brain 
Keep asking my 
How many years is it until my life expectancy 
Well let's see 
Another three done take away 
And now the hustling games a part of me 
Everyday 
My life is on the line 
Fool you can catch my fist 
Cos any other place 
Can be a better place than this 
Im now dismissed 
My body hit the concrete 
The bullet had no name 
As it was introduced to me 
The next morning 
Headline front page 
Young man shot cos of death of age 

Try to rise above it all 
Or drown in ... 


Chorus 


Man this is really something repeat