Letra de Badman - N.O.R.E.

(Feat. Beanie Sigel)

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like

To be hated

To be faded

To telling only lies

You see they dissed me in that resource room, a special ed classic

Now I make special bread, special bastard

Taught to believe I couldn't achieve, and wasn't smart enough

Couldn't be a lawyer, but a carpenter

What they installed in my head, I feel braindead

Said I should just work with my hands because my brain dead

Said "Mr. Santiago, you could never be a doctor

You could never be a judge, you don't even speak proper

Probably gonna be a boxer, athlete or something like"

Disability, my A.D.D. was something like

Thoughts in a straitjacket, brain's in a wheelchair

Feeling like I'm handicapped, still feel I'm still there

Break it down for you niggas through the syllables

Paint a picture for you motherfuckers through the visual

While some niggas, wind up dead in hospitables

Little niggas grow up fast to hard criminals

Somehow, we supposed to make it out this bitch

Either coke or hoops, and my jump shot ain't shit

I'm no athlete, but I can make the cocaine flip

On the back street, got smokers running in like a track meet

Stress'll take a young nigga and give him a old face

Or stress'll take a dumb nigga and give him a new case

Foolish pride, before I beg, I tighten my lace

Get that thing out the dresser, put you niggas under pressure like

You pay me or pay the funeral home

Nigga, what you expected?

Get mine or get nekkid

I bang out like an old Western

Stickups and killings to fix the leaks in my ceilings

Cause being broke at 30 giving niggas the chills

And when you broke your kids hungry and they eating no frills

Before I turn in my cards and fold

Man, I'm gon play that bad guy role

Nigga, that's all I know

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