Otherside

{Jaja Soze} Yo! this is the other side of the story you never hear about Killers looking out the jail windows and start cryin' out Like "Mom I miss you!" Please forgive me Don't mean to diss you Sittin' here Wipin' the tears With a tissue Mom I miss you But what about the rapper that blings Mostly sings But didn't tell the fans his mom bought those things With her last wages From her cleaning job Sweeping stages For the mere fact She'd rather you be happy Than locked in cages {Akala} There's no honesty Honestly it bothers me Done with the fake shit Flick your heels Dorothy Run off back to OZ with fake tales of Montana grams Like 99% of the block strugglin' for a grand Grandmother diabetic Insulin gets injected and little kids neglected 'Cause parents livin' reckless I've done wrong can't judge the suppliers But there's far too many fiends in my life to ever glorify it [Chorus: Akala & Jaja] The otherside that you never see on television The otherside when a killers shed a tear in prison The otherside ain't written in gold It's really cold The otherside of the truth but it's never been told The otherside ain't no fake rap videos Just jail cells, funerals and the mental homes This rap shit used to be the news for the hood Now everyone's jumpin' round like it's all good {Verse 3: Akala} What you know about moms addicted to the pipe Hood plus the wicked type Dads in and out of jail And he's an Ike "I Am-ite" What you know about two parents with two jobs each With a grown man for a son that raps talkin' grease {Jaja Soze} See everybody's in a gang but not really prepared See you're a plumber not a killer really you're scared And you would brag about the killin', not the nightmares You going to flow where you sleep and got sweat in your tears {Akala} One of my O.G.s told me once He couldn't pull up to the lights Without seeing the night that he first took a life He vomited for months on end, then picked back up the sting And he'll be 65 before he ever see his ends again {Jaja Soze} I got some close friends and killers that work nursing clones Smoking something that poisoned them to the mental homes Repeat the cycle of destruction that was built for the zones Self genocide sellin' each other coke bones [Chorus: Akala & Jaja] The otherside that you never see on television The otherside when a killers shed a tear in prison The otherside ain't written in gold It's really cold The otherside of the truth but it's never been told The otherside ain't no fake rap videos Just jail cells, funerals and the mental homes This rap shit used to be the news for the hood Now everyone's jumpin' round like it's all good {Akala and Jaja} Hey Jaja have you seen um, these grown men fibbin' Too scared of themselves admit about how they're really feelin' Yeah I see them talkin' about killin' Lyin' at home chillin' No guns, no knife they just lyin' about drug dealin' What ever happened to really really fightin' the system If we body dem we body for dissin' mothers and sisters Man, what happened to the progress All I see is crossdress If you lyin' to these kids then that just makes you hopeless This music is our culture weapon if we use it right Or point it at our own heads, this is self-suicide Do these little kids in the sticks Really think these guys are real Would they be making rap songs if they really kill If you're in real beef And your name's on the poster It ain't that hard to just Drive by and toast ya' Yo Jaja did your dad leave Ya my dad left, bro Yeah fam, mine as well And I still can't let go The pain of how I grew up People call me a screw up Drunk half the nights off Henney until I threw up Walkin' around the block Me and my brother tore up Me and my mom at the post office For 20 pounds we cued up Me and my big sis Fightin' grown men crazy Big brother died as a baby So who the fuck you think raised me So what's the message in the song Be honest nothing more If you really live the grind Just be honest and make sure If you a straight A student Don't pretend you're a shooter I know grown men that can't read And end up bein' losers Cause the other side is just like anywhere else We just wanna live good and help ourselves [Chorus: Akala & Jaja] The otherside that you never see on television The otherside when a killers shed a tear in prison The otherside ain't written in gold It's really cold The otherside of the truth but it's never been told The otherside ain't no fake rap videos Just jail cells, funerals and the mental homes This rap shit used to be the news for the hood Now everyone's jumpin' round like it's all good