New Category: Lyrics

Tonight I'm gonna create a new category on this blog which really means a lot to me: Lyrics. It's often hard to find lyrics of songs that may not be so well known on the internet and so I dedicate this to all the people who love real lyrics just like I do.
From time to time, I will post up some lyrics which really grip me or carry a special weight. I may also work on requests if I have time.

I will begin with a song of former X-Mob rapper Vicious from 2006, it's called "Every Man For Himself". Vicious to that time was just fresh out of jail and put this on his very rare to find mixtape "Possession With Intent To Distribute". I felt like he rapped as if it still was the 90's and he had missed all the bad things that happened to rap music while he was incarcerated.
Check it out and feel free to contribute in any way.

[Verse 1]

I see you where you’re heading you ain’t ready

Keep trust them niggaz, you gon’ live to regret it.

They say money is the root of all evil in the bible,

and I pray that he forgive me cause I'm believing in survival,

I wasn't born here to have to get it how it came nigga,

you're sympathetic, but you don't feel my pain nigga,

I been locked down and knocked down and stomped and kicked,

I been betrayed, I been played, I been dumped and tricked,

I been abandoned by the people I love,

I can't forget em, can't forgive em so I'm keepin a grudge.

Them niggaz used to turn me down for simple shit,

Now they come back and ask for money like I’m stupid and I don’t remember shit.

But let the truth be told and let the lies be exported

Kick the dust up ain’t no way to abort it

Paranoid, not knowing when my time gon’ come,

But let me show em take my charge and nigga I ain’t gone run

[Chorus 2x]

On my ass,

Straight outta prison

Ain’t got a dime, but dawg I got a vision.

I guess I gotta get down and get it how I live,

Every man for himself that’s how it is.

[Verse 2]

Twenty dollars in my pocket and that’s all dawg,

And that’s fucked up when I tell you I used to ball dawg,

That’s how it is in this game when you fall dawg,

Got your number, them niggaz still don’t call dawg,

I’m a giant, but now I’m feeling small dawg,

Fucked up, with my back against the wall dawg,

Feel my pain, and listen cause it’s hard dawg,

Just like in prison man all I got is God dawg,

I wanna cry cause it’s too much,

But fuck it man I’m too tough,

Wipe my tears, shake it off and lace my boots up,

These niggaz ain’t friends,

They foes they hoes,

And ain’t supposed to be down,

I used to roll with these clowns,

Got a mind full of schemes, my dreams turned to nightmares,

The devil on my back,

When I turn around he’s right there,

Pushing me provoke a nigga,

Telling me to smoke a nigga,

Telling me expose of these clown ass joking niggaz.

[Chorus 4x]