Charlie Brown - L.A. Symphony

And who you is homie,

And what it is homie,

Why don’t you go ahead and lay some of that funk on me

Now I’ve been rapping and speaking

In Puerto-Rican for deacons and people freaking in club

But it’s the love that I’m seeking

Eleven years in the weekend in the making, I’m taken beatens

For?, but?

Caucasians, Jamaicans, even Asians

You name it, this probably happened because of rapping

The roof was on fire at once but now it’s collasping

The actions taken by my attorny don’t turn the head of the head of the head of

the company

And this really troubles me

What in the heck are we gonna do about our circumstance

We can stay and walk away.

either way it hurts our chance to advance

Why everybody trying to pick on me

Is it because my crew is legendary

Or is it that they thinking they can take it easy

Well come and find out so you can get shined out

How many raps I gotta write, feels like the yellow brick road

In '99 signed, put on hold not to be sold, and I’m told

This is the business where nothing gets done

What’s the use of making songs if they will never see the sun

Sometimes I run to the bible to restore my faith

But the crew disagree saying «How long we gotta wait?»

My faith to create great feels fake and frustrates

My loves and my hates, my whole emotional state

It makes me want to break to Amsterdam and face paint

Build a private pirate ship, steadily rob a bank

But thanks to my momma, got a conscious that’s too strong

I’m always doing right but somehow somethings going wrong

Why everybody trying to pick on me

Is it because my crew is legendary

Or is it that they thinking they can take it easy

Well come and find out so you can get shined out

Another brick upon my face please

Crazy situations only time I’m on my knees

And I don’t need?

Hold up, wait a minute

Ok, well,?

excel.

w-w-well, slow down, you?

See all I really want is to be rich and back slide

Down the side of a mountain with the Gucci handglide

Is that?, been good for feasible time

And it’s easy to slip and the return of the Son will earn Jesus some shine

Right?

Huh, Ok, well next idea: How about you work out a record deal

Why not?

God, you may fired.

Why not a deal with Sire?

God, you’re frustrating me.

You’re hands created me, right?

Then what I’m gonna do with this guilty that’s just killing this mic