September Never Came II

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I told her sing one song for me describing my pain 
cll this poetry and action a nigga thinking if he want it he can have it now im thinking all these killers made us absent and everyone around us made the city lose its passion
For everything i did i kno that hell is hot even if i kno that heavens got a vacant spot i seen killers turn to preachers tell em what they not i thought the bleachers were for quitters till i missed a shot
I came from a long line of some dope movers i seen a pure activister turn to dope shooter 
I seen johnny stop the car an put the scope to em but if he kill em i aint telling cuz im close to em 
cn everything we did i gotta pay for it even if it wansnt me i gotta pay for it 
I cant fight the misery an all the shame for it they talking change but theyll never make a way for it 22 inside my pocket got a play for it i need the money so i aint gon make em wait for it i play it cool till we walk em to the safe for it then say grace and introduce em to the gates for it
I think i need to read a revelation or a book about some fucking meditation 
Cuz im drinking all this henessey with all this medication an the company around me got a ting for altercations end up one the papers cuz of your affiliation never wanted death to be athe answer but im patient if niggas gotta die to prove a point then ill be waiting i put my hands put accepting everything i hated cuz god lost 

Yeah yeah yea yeah i find myself high on my own tryna make an escape 
So if september never comes i can only pray
Niggas getting locked i hope they aint coming for me i said f*ck all the dreams my mama wanted for me some niggas graduated still aint got no money 
Not saying school aint cool im tryna preach 2 em my wrist work in the pot im tryna reach to em i drop the shit on the table an let em leaf thru it they hit the block make it pop we gotta keep moving for everything i did there aint no recognition aint no way he got that deal unless he snitchin im tryna come up on a mill a nigga having children 
So i can give em all the thangs we was never given i came from a long line of some hard sellers met a couple plugs they was in the yard with us i told slicka stop the whip but leave it on nigga if i aint out in 20 mins then be gone nigga i think i need to read some case law open case 100 grams just got bagged with 8 more feds raided mama crib aint no tellin what they saw the pain i put her through i wish that i could take it all but i cant so i gotta keep it pushing aint no fucking way im going back to central booking whippin ion my auntie crib she like what u cooking i put my hands over the pot so she cant look in nothing at all 
I told her sing one song for me describing my pain so if september never comes ill be okay

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