ain’t no big deal / pretty typical mischievous teen but / breath of fresh air steppin on the scene but / nice guy but sometimes i did mean stuff to my own sisters / pretty much clean cut / only angelic in presence, far away from heaven / no control of my tongue, quick to get irreverent / smoked enough cigarettes and blunts to kill a reverend / by may 17, 1997 / lied to my people, told them i graduated / kept all the gifts, guilt left me agitated / threw away all i built as a journalist / hard-headed telling myself i could rap and make it / new i coulda shoulda woulda been doing both / but chose to do the most / trying to stunt my growth / battled through emotions / hid behind a song / i’ma cast my stones at eddie long
[chorus] eddie long
now my story gets bad, but at times it gets greater / broke into my homie’s house as a fifth grader / a way to channel my curiosity for the worst / and i don’t think i’m a thief it’s some sort of curse / and i don’t think i’m a liar, the truth sort of hurts / growing pains, growth spurts / instead of tripping off guilt, wanna be the judge / shed tears over my dirt, see the mud / but i believe god wanted me to budge / content where i was, rapping like a mug / if it made me sound good i would go record it / a whale in a toilet, thought i was so important / talking on a cel phone i don’t even own / but i’ma cast my stone at eddie long / wanna feel better though i’m knowing i’ve been deadly wrong / so i’m throwing my stones at eddie long
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been trying to figure out what i got these gifts fa / meanwhile i’ve been deceptive, a trickster / victimized by somebody else, nope, pride / don’t get me wrong when i say i played both sides / not a homo, hardly any punk in me / but as far as missing my mark, i done plenty / for example i have forsaken my family in favor of hanging on the ave / probably blew a quarter mill or a half on absolute trash and not just way in the past / took advantage of producers never paid for tracks / not to mention my investors never paid ’em back / unprotected naked sex with her then i judge her / tried to make some women menage and i’m not usher / these are my confessions, i could go on and on / but i’ma cast my stone at eddie long
[Easy Lee] i wish that i was smarter or i had my life in order or at least prayed harder / like corduroy in water this is heavy on my soul / … i’m a porn-watching joint-smoking henny-sipping poet from the n.o. / my hip hop credentials in tact but morally my holy locomotive got stalled on them tracks / in the meantime and between time spit the hardest rhymes winking at the cutie in the back with the native eyes / that’s a demon in disguise trying to shoot me like a movie flesh and beauty got me weaker than these laptop speakers / lap dance preacher / 7 days without prayer makes one weaker / early bird wordsmith worm in my beaker / sax reed damp jazz birdland features / ill compositions you can blame it on the hand / joe brown gavel swing eddie on the stand / only god can judge me
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