Bronx Stories
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| Bronx Stories | |
 Image associated with the song | |
| Alternative name(s) | BS |
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| Genre | Gangsta rap |
| Length | 2:48 |
| Year | 1993-1994 |
| Original poster | Da Cream Hunter |
| Search started | January 22, 2019 |
Bronx Stories is an unidentified rap song. It is an unreleased track, produced by DJ Danny Dan The Beat Mann (aka Dusty) in 1993 or 1994. Recorded at Bronx, New York, United States.
Background[edit | edit source]
Uploaded on YouTube in January 22, 2019 by Da Cream Hunter, titled Unknown Track - Unknown Artist (unreleased random rap demo Danny Beatman Bronx NY 1993/4).
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
Yo Ahhhh God damn Another day Yo, anyway Early one morning I woke up yawning Lost in the daze, a maze of brainstorming Deja vu, a scene from a wet dream The birds, the trees, some beam, and then I heard a scream And then a slap, boom bap Oh yeah I know the flavor I expect domestic violence from my neighbors The same routine what I mean no damn good Sacrifice a beat on his wife to prove his manhood Anyway, another day I know it doesn’t matter Turn on my lights, get hyped, and watch the roaches scattеr Running, ducking, jumping so I don’t hit ‘em A disgrace, a waste of timе tryna kill ‘em Disgusted, busted, a shower for a nice cleaning It’s out of order don’t know it’s working but the water’s freezing I want to break, scream and yell but who I tell Times are worse, I curse I’m in a living hell But I continue to dream of things I can’t afford But I’m striving I’m alive so I praise the lord As I lay I pray for a better day God bless the cecil want a taste so I keep the faith But I’m sick I will admit at times I wanna quit Just bargain with the thugs, sell drugs and shit Many brought me with the story, yeah I hear it often I’ll end up in jail or in a black coffin As some fingers that he’s sinking in the evil nature Many people Yo let me [kick flavor] my position But I’m living in a different prison In condition with a father who never listens To my thoughts, my ideas, it makes me sick Acting strict, and always wanna flip the script Always complaining, I’m straining just to make it, damnit Life’s a jingle when you’re living with a single parent I used to lean on the shoulder of my older brother Then he left me, my father with a stepmother And didn’t like it, I would fight it and cause drama Can't face her taking the place of my real mama She would hawk and talk, the little hypocrite Kissin’ me, dissin’ me, behind my back and shit We had conflicts, arguments yo I couldn’t hide I got bothered when my father took her side My pride crushed, my ego against people Selfish mentality in reality, my heart is lethal I got into myself for my health, for my sanity But lord, I praise it’s just one of those days Yo man it’s just one of those days, man Yo that’s the way it was, not anymore Yo man it’s just like, yo You got to make it in this world, yo Everything’s just hard, times is hard Y’know, cause that’s the way it is You got to just go all out The struggle continues man, yo You know, Brown Sugar I know you, you know me Everybody’s in the house The big shack, Danny Dan peace Here we out| Presumed Lyrics |