johnbullzye's video: Hellbound Testimonial @ Shrine NYC- New York City

The Shrine, Harlem's Hottest Live Music Venue. Once a month, every third Tuesday, it goes down.. 1 of NYC's Hottest, Livest Live Band Open Mic Nights. "Tell Me"- verse 1 Eventually their coming I was warned all my life My parents uncles and aunts Cousins and Civil Right This thing with our skin And a shortage Of good black men And the category I fit in Plus I use to toke narcotics To add on to the problem In a life of cops and robbers We duck em and we dodge em Court dates a sure day Will I appear No sure thing Unless I win I'm in the wind Got names of Bondsman From Yonkers to Wisconsin Eastwood to Bronson Pacino to Sharpton My public defender Offers defense for Mercy on the court To plead my case on I'm not guilty I'll prove I'm innocent I'm not copping out What's the evidence What's the first offer A need a month or more I need time to think To call on the Lord Copyright 2011 JVJ Bullzye Records "Hell Bound Testimonial" I was definitely hell bound For my life of sin Condemned For my ways Wasted days and whims I was into Tims And brims Chrome rims and skins Sex money and drugs We labeled it Thuggin The life for the kid The life that I lived With a baby momma at home Telling me she's pregnant The sky pager days Alpha-numeric Before my first text A second baby on the way Family Court dates Cause I want skate Without God There's a thin line Between love and hate A deadbeat run away I got one to run with me Just what I wanted The Devil was in love with me An ounce a coke flipper With an ounce of coke sniffer Dried up my steams Frame this broke picture Misdomenor Johnny In a felonious world With all sorts of cohorts Like I rule the world They were quick to call the cops me Talking keep it street Snitching is business A modern day slavery I was swept away In an ice cream truck Wrists shackled to my waist Holding my pants up It's cold in hell On earth Hell is jail No beef with police Man the stories I can tell you I'm patient when I cuffed I turn to God Lord I need you I make life so hard I was weak in my ways Cursed with a curse Fast life shortens days A wrap sheet of hurt The broken homes I alarmed with harm The broken bones I worried my Moms Shamed my Pops name To play in this game The undisputed champ On the streets Cocaine Make the collage bound Stray Up all night And sleep all day Numb to what's right A life of hate I put off the old man for a new made after the image of God my spirits renewed I study the scriptures to be adept to the life He said seek and you'll find I was lost without Christ I dealt so much drugs with no end in site no exit strategy addicted to the life Baby Mamas want their cut Or the court dates coming my tax records didn't add up I was out there frontin trickin on one night stands quick to get it on talk em out their draws Overlookin their flaws I was running so late they had warrants for my arrest The life of an outlaw I could do it the best I don't fear the law I fear the Lord Something had to change I had a serious problem identities like that of Hob Goblin more like the Joker my grin is so proper I laugh at the good the bad and the ugly the life lessons A social study Behind bars it sucks to be a dreamer the time on your hand If our children could see us Commissary is like Halloween trick or treat bags What and when to eat to make time pass the reprobate mind Gives in to the bully I keep to myself Like I roll in a hoody I accept that I'll fight so I'm dangerous courteous to C.O's To avoid the bust I take naps like cats or infants in touch with myself with every second passing of my sentence once released I don't look back but I'm never the same And I might be back hopefully never in the wrong and not for too long Now I save for bail I can't depend on my mom when your father is gone or his money ain't long you learn the address and get your stationary strong you realize the love you had You lose You were wrong from the beginning and start singing the blues Sympin Ain't easy I learned from experience Karma's for real and when she's on her period The stresses of life takin their toll mad at the world And can't go home Copyright 2012 JVJ Bullzye Records Download Brotherhood Experience on iTunes http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/a-praise-grows-in-brooklyn/id458356066