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A Poor Man's Journal

by Chris Chronic

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Adam Hale Yo CP. It's your time to shine my friend and well deserved. Bringing back those Wick beats man, taking me back to the good ol days of DP. Great stuff man
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Damn America 04:16
Eveything we've been told is a lie we were forced into slavery,bought in december then sold in july to work the fields til we die. a lot fought with bravery, with no fire arms they were slain with no grave to see. ask me why we can't get no reparations, it would be too devistating to the cracker congregation won't a one among us til columbus enslaved the haitians they the ones that brung us, hung us up like dirty aprons and then they set the mind control over the d-bo's, keep us ignorant so we can't tell that we ain't equal feed us trash,scraps and ham bones anything the master too good to put his hands on keep your anthem, got my own damn song and if you feeling me then feel free to sing along i pledge allegiance to my peeps in different regions who are considered heathens just because they seeking fair treatment bare feet men, working in the heat with little to eat sleeping like thirty deep man, kept in pig pens herded like sheep,converted to christians or murdered an beaten too many people see this world through a weak lense thinking what they gonna do on the weekends if it won't for those that passed we wouldn't be friends you know the first shall be the last in the end you had a good run crackers but one of these days ya'll be pickin' our tobacco with a black man's name on the front of that tractor the fact of the matter' we ain't going back to africa if anything, ya'll gone be the ones to pack it up how would you feel to be told you ain't black enough for a shipping job, mainly just packing stuff that's why we actin' up , the system ain't backing us so let me break it down on how they cursed the sacred ground just because my face is brown, jake wanna take me down lock away and throw the key for slangin' dope in 0's and ki's supposedly but i been baggin flows up like the groceries stop approaching me , i won't be judged by a bunch of thieves i'll hold a grudge and won't budge over my beliefs won't close my eyes to the lies or turn the other cheek this is my turn to speak, hoping ya'll learn from me
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I tried to track my father's foot steps from the front door they led me right up the block to the liquor store the window reflected visions of the man i was looking for a picture of myself was wthe image i was looking towards i guess my dad started off like me disobeying the rules breaking down the family tree i was too young to know if he abandoned me or had to leave cuz he can't stand the heat CHORUS Man it's hard for a young black kid these days even harder for my mother with four seeds to raise mad bills to pay, mad meals to make waking up every morning , more work and no play she made us pray for every meal we ate and it's things like that i still do today but i didn't listen when she told me to stray away from the kids smoking haze and selling yay i was heade down the same road my old man paved cheated on the test of life i made my own grades kicked out of school at an early age i know my earth don't wanna see me in a early grave locked up like a slave for the rest of my days or jobless with kids to raise, its just a phase but if i don't obey her rules today i gotta find a new place to stay
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Keep Smiling 03:00
I say them nugs feel good in my chest where they rest at bless the cat wit them bags of the wet-wet it got a nigga's head set, people passing out on me i ain't been to bed yet, it's been a long week first started with a call from my ex telling me one of her students shot herself through the neck and it don't get no better, only twelve years old, had a suicide letter now, what could make this little girl think that taking her life would justify anything i'm just an ordinary guy must must intervene when it's things like this it affects the whole team kids think they old only in their late teens life expectancy shorter than lil cease grand-daughters diseased and raising seeds barely know how to breathe and got kids to lead mouths to feed, and they man like, look chick ima be up out this piece, tough shit but sometimes it's the chick that leaves bump clits with another chick and switch her beliefs i done seen stranger shit before believe you me if you don't believe me ask one of my peeps they tell ya chris ain't lying and his flows is deep he got 0's for cheap, the smell from the dro in his sneaks give you the creeps on the mike, i don't think you want it with he switch back first person, i don't think you want it with me on the beats on the streets or puffing the tree you gotta learn something from me , whether it be about family, insanity , cops bagging me over a bag of weed or just talking bout how life can be fun one minute than trife the next you either hustling or busting your ass off for that check but when that check stop coming and that water stop running what a man like you gone do as long as these beats stay pumping and we teach these people something we'll always have dreams to pursue i said when that check stop coming and that water stop running what a man like you gone do as long as these beats stay pumping and we teach these people something we'll always have dreams to pursue
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They Say 02:47
Give me my grape drink, give me my fried chicken fuck stereotyping pimpin that's how i'm living skinny as fuck and higher than a mars mission look down see the stars when i start pissin e&j in the cup preaching my new religion free enrollments in my class but few admissions if you rollin up that grass man that's your tuition your girl ain't giving up that ass well it's her decision a couple slurps from this purp now her skirt missin she get on my nerves but damn she an work a kitchen like i work a track, flip it like she serving yack baby can you work it back, yeah i can work wit that go on and pull my curtain back nigga my verses are perfect so whats the purpose black flow going over yo head like a circus act you ain't scratched the surface jack hip-hop dying, well i'm trying to nurse it back CHORUS I'm a funny mother fucker you a fucker my mother said was funny with your lover undercover brothers, you bubba he little smuckers under the covers you folding like warm butter should've never let you bathe with your lil brother now you can't behave at a rave lil clubber your daddy should have snuffed you with the louisville slugger before uncle buck touched you between the legs during supper i know i got it, flow melodic, smoke exotic and i think outside the projects while you crackers in the closet can't jack or sabotage it, it's that chris chronic logic hot shit need to cop it, watch how i rock it knock'em out the box chris you know i just might touch mics , get under your skin like dust mites emit enough heat on the beat to bust pipes and that weed that i get on the streets taste just right.
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All my life been looked at like a bastard i never gave it much thought, it don't matter cuz i was told good guys die faster and hardened crimnals would die soon after if i applied myself then i could master the art that lies inside, that of a true rapper hard to cope when my soul and heart clashes like trying to smoke resin out a bowl with wet matches i'm sleeping on the same old mattress still use tapes, all my cd's got scratches we make new songs but each one's a classic measures that we take are extremeley drastic the messages created turn feens to sctivist take a step back,breathe adapt to this before i spit my next track i practice it that's fair warning for the one's that spit after chris CHORUS I'm underrated in this rap game cuz of my name they think the only topic is mary jane but i speak about the trife life and various things whether serious or hilarious i spit it the same any click that want to get at us i feel they insane since the day i was born i went against the grain politicians want to bury us with shackles and chains if we follow their traditions how the fuck we gone change they corrupting the youth with substance abuse the public disputes, the governments gunmen shoot inner-city children left with nothing to do they took away their playgrounds and gave them kazoos now they stuck in the crib, eyes glued to the tube watching the lies that they viewed on the news too many soldiers died now they need more recruits who you think they're going to choose boy me or you
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Unified 03:38
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Whoo Hoo 02:58
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Who You Are 03:04
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Black Poet 05:40
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Black Jesus 02:31
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This is the long awaited solo album from Divine Profitz member, Chris Chronic.

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released April 20, 2017

album credits:
Chadwick for killing every beat on the album
Anthony gillison for mastering
Ben Gill for mixing
Brian Crawford (a.k.a.) BenOfficial for promoting
Randlph Neblett (a.k.a.) Fan Ran for promoting
Lee Kirby (a.k.a.) Swerve for recording,mixing,promoting

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Chris Chronic Richmond, Virginia

Chris P. a.k,a, Chris Chronic, current member of local hip-hop group Divine Profitz,has been blessing the mic since the mid 90's with original, thought provoking, conscious, anti-commercial, music and lyrics.

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