Criminals Diary chords by Mr. Criminal
Verse 1
Am
C
Yeah,
Bb#m
Am
Bb#m
Mr. Criminal back up in this homie
Got a little message of advice
Am
to all these youngsters today,
Bb#m
Am
you know what mean?
C
A lot of my homies getting
locked up doing life,
you know what I'm
Bb#m
They never gonna get
Am
out and see their kids
Bb#m
Got a lot of motherfucking
homies that are dead,
laying six feet deep in the ground
Am
And I'm standing here now like,
C
damn, I've been through a lot,
you know what I'm saying?
Bb#m
Am
I done changed my life
Bb#m
Doing shit for the better these days,
you know what I mean?
Am
C
Think about it
Am
I'm like Bon Bon,
C
cause I progress with time
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And you can catch me getting faded
Am
in the Cali sunshine
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Writing rhymes in my pastime
I used to smoke dimes,
Am
now I'm smoking by the ounce
Bb#m
Am
To help release what's on my mind
Life is full of stress,
C
I know this world is just a test
People say that I'm lucky,
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Am
but I consider it being blessed
Bb#m
Cause I've been through a lot,
this short life has felt long
Am
C
Grew up way too fast, at age 11
Am
Hitting bars instead of going to school
C
I admit, I was a fool,
I always broke my curfew
Bb#m
Am
Bb#m
Coming home around 2, age 13
I started robbin' and stealin'
and made a reputation
Am
C
Of bein' a neighborhood villain
Am
It wasn't very long
C
until I got caught up by the law
Bb#m
First was probation, that failed,
Am
then off to ju venile hall
Bb#m
I started messin' up bad,
raised my mom, no dad
Am
Aged 14 on my own,
Bb#m
Am
no more livin' as the past
C
Sometimes I sit back
and reminisce about the old days
Bb#m
I know my family nev er thought
Am
I'd snap out of my old ways
Bb#m
But now, I'm proud to say
I can look at my life
Am
Bb#m
and everything will be okay
Am
From runnin' the streets
C
to gettin' in the beef
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From jackin' and slangin' to robbin' daddy,
Am
no peace
Bb#m
Insane, daily abusing
with pollution in my brain
C
The time finally came,
Am
I realized I need a change
I had to do something,
C
my homies helped me out
Bb#m
Let me stay at their house,
Am
they put some food in my mouth
Bb#m
Destructive, indefiant,
plus a brain full of drugs
And all my role models
Am
C
Am
were dope dealers and thugs
On the run for a while,
C
the streets corrupted my mind
To be arrested again
Bb#m
Am
was just a matter of time
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May 6, 97 was a knock on the door
Am
Police raided where I stayed,
C
Am
screaming get on the floor
Handcuffed again,
C
and then my freedom was lost
I had to pay for my cross,
Bb#m
Am
this time of year was the cost
Bb#m
God sends the plagues,
and some were far in the hills
Got into fights all the time,
Am
C
Am
and started building my skills
C
Therapy was a must,
thirty weeks and I passed
Bb#m
I took care of that business
Am
so I could get on my fat
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Sure enough, time came,
once again I'm released
Am
Sixteen years old,
C
Am
now I'm back on the streets
C
Sometimes I sit back
and reminisce about the old days
Bb#m
I know my family nev er thought
Am
I'd snap out of my old ways
Bb#m
But now, I'm proud to say,
I can look at my life
Am
Bb#m
And everything will be okay
Am
From running the streets to
C
getting into beef
From jacking to slangin'
Bb#m
and robbin' daddy,
Am
no peace, insane
Bb#m
Daily abusing with pollution
in my brain
The time finally came,
Am
I realized I need to change
C
Kickin' back with the homies,
smokin' out to reminisce
Bb#m
And in a couple of weeks,
Am
probation tested my piss
Bb#m
Sure enough, I failed,
no one to blame but myself
Couldn't believe that
Am
I was back
C
Am
in juvenile hall behind a cell
C
But that's the way that it is,
fuckin' up, you gotta pay
Bb#m
Shackled up, I saw the judge,
Am
he threatened me, well, why?
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But before that,
things got serious with my girl
She got pregnant
Am
C
and now I have a son in this world
Am
C
Started straightening up and
I admit it was hard
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Having visions of me dead
Am
and walking in a prison
Bb#m
Yo, what kind of father is that?
Didn't want that for my kids
Am
So now I really started caring
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about the things that I did
Am
C
My mom told me, son, you are almost 18
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If you don't work or go to school
Am
You're gonna have to shake the sins
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So I did
Moved in with my lady and my kid
Got married in Vegas
Am
C
and with the parents we live
Am
Bb#m
Started working at 9 to 5
C
Got a hustle to survive
and when I wasn't busy
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Am
I started working on my rhymes
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Filled up my rap hook
Took it seriously
C
Hooked up with high power
Dropped my first CD,
Am
C
now I got my own spot
with the studio too
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Two kids, a couple rising,
Am
always got something new
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And little Robert's getting big,
almost 5 years old and big Robert's 21,
Am
C
Am
rapping, producing straight gold
C
And my lady just gave birth
to my baby Angelina
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Now together they make up
Am
the two angels in me, we the dam
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I changed my life and I
got kinda far
Am
And you could do the very same
C
Am
if you just put it in your heart
A little word of advice
C
to all these youngsters
out there living the fast life
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You know what I mean?
Am
Think about it
Bb#m
Start fresh, fuck the past,
you can never look back
Anything worth having
Am
C
Am
is worth working for, you know that
Never let another motherfucker
tell you can't achieve your goals
Never let a motherfucker
keep you down,
you know what I'm saying?
Keep your head up, chest out, homie
Advice, Mr. Criminal, I'm out
Criminals Diary
Mr. Criminal
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