Infamous - AnnoDominiNation

(HOOK)

Im just another lost soul to the infamous road

Of pain and poverty When will it ever let us go

You only get one shot do not miss ya chance to blow

And make a plan to exit off of the infamous road

(1ST VERSE)

I wuz born in the 80’s the era of CraCC babies

Mama did what she had to do to make chiccen scratch to raise me

It was noodles and bologna paccs with meat flavored gravy

Hood like an arts and craft class it taught me how to make it

I’m amazed at the outcome from everything I faced

Learned to turn the soda liquid and the coke to a base

Had to learn to jump a fencе 100 meter hurdle racе

I wuz born in a city with a crazy murder rate

And it’s a proven fact if you ain’t on the honor roll student act

You join a crew get you a tool no Apple but I used a Mac

Golden state warriors I’m where all the shooters at

You thuggin causin trouble til a cop car got you in bacc

You failed math class but know how to use a scale

And you cold with the clientele could sell water to a whale

It’d be zero below in hell before I take a stand and tell

Stucc on the infamous road flat tire no spare

(HOOK)

Im just another lost soul to the infamous road

Of pain and poverty When will it ever let us go

You only get one shot do not miss ya chance to blow

And make a plan to exit off of the infamous road

(2ND VERSE)

I remember long days we didn’t have no A.C and when the night time came we had to group up to sleep

I remember the first time I tried to steal a pacc of meat

Hungry ain’t the word my stomach practically at my knees

As a teenager I wasn’t embarrassed by acne

Felt like a failure living conditions wasn’t satisfactory

A star athlete that got active in the streets

And that’s when me and the penitentiary finally got to meet

But it’s still no regret bout one life lesson learned

Cuz it taught me what I want put the work in then it’s earned

Still disturbed cuz the homie died before it was his turn

People think his mama lost it cuz she talkin to his urn

Hard reality set in this road has a dead end

Cuz people lose control when they get a band no wedding

The main goal is to situate and separate ya soul

From the Armageddon on this infamous road

(HOOK)

Im just another lost soul to the infamous road

Of pain and poverty When will it ever let us go

You only get one shot do not miss ya chance to blow

And make a plan to exit off of the infamous road

(3RD VERSE)

Sometimes you gotta pay the price because it does take its toll

You gotta push thru life even though what glitters ain’t gold

Being broke is a bitter pill to swallow and it’s cold

That’s why we hustle if we can’t get hired for payroll

Supply and demand so you know you gotta keep it

And the streets talk no speaking very little is a secret

It’s a 1 % chance you make it out like the elite’s

So that leave at least 99 problems left for me

Sometimes it gets to a point where you wanna throw in the towel

Cuz yo life less fortunate if you can’t afford a vowel

Smell a foul odor walking down the street and as a child

You wonder is this person dead or is he just homeless and sleep

Then eviction notices telling you, you gotta leave

But ya mama still tellin you thru God believe

It’s kinda hard not to rob or sell more than a lil weed

This an everyday struggle on these infamous streets

(HOOK)

Im just another lost soul to the infamous road

Of pain and poverty When will it ever let us go

You only get one shot do not miss ya chance to blow

And make a plan to exit off of the infamous road