Immortal Technique - The 3rd World

Mistakes Lyrics

by Immortal Technique
Album: The 3rd World



It's hard to breath and hard to run,
When your lungs black,
And coughing up blood like,
What the fuck happened?
Raising my risk of cancer is the answer homie,
But without the, uh uh.
It's hard to breath and hard to run,
When your lungs black,
And coughing up blood like,
What the fuck happened?
Raising my risk of cancer is the answer homie,
Without the the drink of something,
Its nothing like puggin the pony,
I could blame the same product placements in movies,
Or the commercials, scar face in a jacuzzi
But now I'm living it, damn I should a never taken that first cigarette.

I fucked up, like your girl was riding on top of me,
I should've took her to trial, and never copped the plea,
But this aint a christian nation, motherfucker please.
America never taught me to turn the other cheek.
Cuz I'm from Harlem, from north of Manhattan,
We knock niggas out, and make em bounce like Ricky Hatton,
But while rockin on the corner, got me turned back from the Canadian border.

I knew she was a virgin since i first met her,
Rockin stocking, popping out of the catholic school sweater,
Mom told me she could do better than a criminal.
Seventeen year old psychotic trying to be lyrical.
I never meant to break her heart, and fuck up her life,
But i was careless, instead of treating her right.
I seen her again at some club, stripping,
And wondered if i could her life different.

Yeah, yeah,
I joined the army, lookin for money to go to college.
But they didn't pay me a quarter, of what they fuckin promised.
Extended my tour, treated me like a sucker,
That's the reason officers get fragged, motherfucker!
Don't give me speeches of how you love me,
But no body armour, in a lightly armored Humvee?
My family's lonely, and you want me to re-enlist for thirty grand homie?
No. Yeah,
When i was young, i got signed to a record label,
The deal looked so good, when it was on the table,
It payed for my cable, crypts, cars and jewelry, the studios, the women,
There's nothing they wouldn't do for me,
Except stop screwing me, for publishing and royalties,
How the fuck are you my dog when there's no loyalty.
Word to the street, i shouldn't gone independent, like Immortal Technique.
Some people learn from mistakes and don't repeat them,
Others try to block the memories, and just delete them.
But i keep them as a reminder, they not killing me,
Then i thank god, for teaching my humility.
Son, remember when you fight to be free,
You see things how they are, and not how you like em to be,
Cuz even when the world is falling on top of me,
Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy.
Knowing what's wrong, doesn't imply that you right,
And its another when you sucker to a pride in life,
But I'm no rookie, and I'm never gonna make the same mistake twice, pussy.


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