Lyrics:
again
Please just come back home
You see me weakened
Broken by the truth that's inside me
Breaking me down again
Please just come back home
You see me
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
Intro
Mama lost her son
Papa loses his daughter
Battle still not won
Politicians not bothered
Hunger roams the streets
While death stinks
on
Just hit Twelve AM it's cold outside
Midnight
I gas up the whip I'm bouta slide
Get right
Pretty little dame by my side
Skin tight
We been spending cash
Live, with your back to the wall
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
Live, with a heart made of stone
Slings and arrows and broken bones
L.A.
He brought us up from Juárez and this is where we stay
Mama cooks Chimichangas while papa drives the drives the roach coach truck
I get work by
nothing worse than being broken pocket I learned a lot learned by myself
Sometimes in silence place of violence healing wounds I can't see protected.
wife's still lying in bed
She's been dead for over six hours
With a bullet hole in her head
You don't believe me
Come round sometime and see where we live
And then i roach mines
Long live yung brock ever since you died
Shit seem like it ended time
And i heard they freed my dawg J
I guess he finished time
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
of a cage and free a beast
Look right into the eyes of
The rage and scream peace
Peace to your homes, peace to your life
Peace make you strong
Got the piece
the broken down home and they priceless kids
Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the crib
And the never learn shit until twice their bid
Like
heard me
Listen up Pay attention
Move the crowd
Why not live the life I live like everyday I live's a gamble
Under pressure you can't measure normal
you get that
Dick head who just takes your full ten Deck and fucks off
But I mean live by the sword and all that
You'd then get home your mam's still
getting hard now, but I know you'll be alright
Stay for a minute and you'll never be alone
You left your hurting thoughts back at home
I never wanted just
pieces of paper
Broken pagers, and a half pack of grits
'cause I slipped on my floor walking up the stairs
Could still be camouflaged, hidin' in my hair
yeah, uh
(me and my conglomerate shall remain AnonXmous) uh, shit
Red light, green light
Headlights, speed by
Made by design, child
Back and forth pacing, acting all impatient
Last hundred dollars, she got to 'get by'
Now gotta make a choice, go home or get high
Mommy and daddy miss
(paul carrack/nick lowe)
I live on a battlefield
Surrounding by the ruins of a love we built
And them destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
I live on a battlefield
Surrounding by the ruins of a love we built
And them destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through
Project and propel
It's hard to excel
When u live in Excel
Still in diapers learned the meaning of a roach motel
Mamma say look out for the bugs in
yourself a raft
Tryna build yourself a home but it's broken by the past
An it broken by the people that you let inside your grasp
Now you move wit paranoia
And I'm phoning home
And I'm phoning home, yeah yeah
Broken-hearted shit
Bout to drop a hit and then I'm phoning home
Bout to fuck your bitch
and every time that you try to cope
You clipping a roach or trying to sniff a line of coke
Just to get by and no, getting high when your low
Doesn't mean
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