The Price

A Personal Hip Hop Story about a white boy
growing up in in L.A.
Music, Lyrics, Performance & Production by: Savagized_Beatz/M.C.🎼M.Savage 2025 ©
~ E minor - 140 BPM 3/4 Times
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Lyrics
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Ever since he was a boy,
He knew that he was different,
but just another toe head
In societies eyes.
Heart full of joy, but what
this world would implement
would steal his innocence
with violence and lies.
Yours is not to reason why,
yours is just to do or die,
Oh and by the way son,
Big boys don't cry.
Your room is a pig sty.
Don't be a wise guy.
Go stand in the corner
while I go and get high.

Weed, beer and Harley rides,
Smuggling pills, ride or die.
Something new you gotta try,
Eyes wide open, mouth dry.
Struggles come at high tide.
Niggas shootin', dogs died.
Got beat up for being white.
Sirens blaring all night.

In the trash, glass and flies.
There, an addict's body lies.
Meanwhile somewhere lovers die,
A suicide note that says goodbye.
Grown up children, don't act
right.
Play in darkness, hide from light.
Tensions high, black and white.
That boy don't see no end in sight.

Gotta fight for lunch money.
Learn to laugh when shit ain't
funny.
Ghetto children, noses runny.
Take God out of school.
Smoggy skies, never sunny.
MTV & Playboy bunnies,
So much for the milk and
honey.
Upper classes rule.
His step dad got on one knee,
and proposed to his mommy.
After they erased his name,
he lost his autonomy.
He found out all too soon
that we're all a bunch of tools.
Imprisoned in his room,
as bitter loneliness looms.

You wanna see my stripes,
maybe revel in my pain?
Like dope cooked in a spoon,
only residue remains.
I can't measure what it's
cost, the weight is not
the same.
My scales no longer work,
They were left out in the rain.

Like a needle in the vein,
This life is feeding on the soul.
What they did to that boy
has taken its toll.
That shine gave in to scrutiny
piercing from his eyes.
Their lies were cause for mutiny,
Word to the wise.

They just couldn't see the prize.
Couldn't see the prize
In that little boys eyes.

Don't fall for a decoy when a
friendship isn't evident.
People end up showing
their true colors with lies.
You can see the ploy, pay
attention to their arrogance,
People usually blow it when
you reveal their disguise.
There is no pleasin' I.
Me, myself, that other guy.
My burden weighs a ton, so
tell me, how can I fly?
My rooms for a big guy.
I feel like a small fry.
I got a rifle in the corner,
in case somebody wanna try.

Heat, queers and L.A. nights.
Beverly Hills, cops start riots.
Something brewin', hear the cry.
Grab the rope. Flames high.
A brotha's rights have been denied.
A mother buries a son that died.
They say they only want a bite.
Then devour everything in sight.

Make that cash. Some ass to buy.
People are deaf to the all seeing eye.
Somehow we went down the slide.
I know now, I don't like this ride.
They know it's fake but buy the lie.
See how they take it all in stride.
Pretending everything's alright.
Ignore them when the children cry.

To go up in a ten year old is not
fukkin' right.
Exposing his nakedness. Taking
it by might.
Contending fists fly, two lefts and
a right.
That boy should have killed that
mother fukker one night.

What is in your pocket sonny?
A got a comb and funny
money
and a potent gummy
that is sure to make you drool.
I take them when I'm feeling
crummy.
Walk around just like a
mummy.
People'd think I'm just a dummy,
I'm nobody's fool.
Step into my sanctuary,
Pretend my name is Tommy.
If you don't know Who he is,
you should ask your mommy.
You'll find out and find out
soon, people are like racoons.
A bunch of little bandit goons,
howling at the moon.

Ignore all the hype about
fortune and fame.
Hollywood's the type to leave
You crying in the rain.
There's no treasure for the lost,
Ignore the failures of today.
Sign here in this book of Faust,
and let's be in our way.

We've become the prey
Like a rabbit feeds the eagle.
Hooray for social decay,
Immorality is legal.
My words are just like honey,
You should follow my advise.
Don't let them steal your energy,
Your life might be the price.

How much more shall we pay?

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
November 24th 2025 ©

Savagized_Beatz 2025 ©