Lyrics:
of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin back to court, so fuck what you thought!
I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin'
young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court, so fuck what you thought
of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I don't give a f*** 'cause they don't give a f*** 'bout me
So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
I been out trappin', I'm havin' to catch up on packages,
I ain't delivered in days
Niggas like "Gauge,
How you gon' leave us with nothin' to take"
understand on day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
How'd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
understand on day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
How'd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
understand on day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
How'd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
But I doubt it
Mama never say nothin' about it
How'd it get to be so crowded?
I found it a strain
Everywhere I look I see pain
And I can't escape
understand on day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
How'd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
understand on day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
How'd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
understand on day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
How'd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
thangs
New to duct tape
Grew to love change
Who's who I'd gauge
You knew I'd stay
Fuck fate
Fuck fate
Fuck fate
Fuck fate
New routes I paved
You choose
pussy's a haunted house
Now her heart cold, Antarctica, Siberia
Had it planned out, curriculum, criteria
Change, she feel pain
Strain, built up anger
Poems for post modern decay
Yeah, Everyday's a new change
Model life strain
Microwave the brain, the babies get trained
To be good worker bees, you
the power I create in my hand
He banned my gene strain
From replicating in man
It's some real motherfuckers
Going rot tonight all your jewels and your
Cash
to strain your eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
That's when I knew that they were after S-p-i-see-e
Turned up my music and dashed, goin'
guage eruption, eruption, eruption (eruption).
Krayzie in tha backround (Shit, nigga, I know I'm tired ah these
hoe ass niggaz be puttin our name in
Dreamin of tripping on the days that I'm lucid
Getting so high, they be thinking I'm stupid
Visions and thoughts they blowing my mind
A 8th of a strain
different strains each time I roll through
Niggas wanna blaze, it is I they go to
Gonna live with haze for pain, and all the days of rain
So I ain't poppin
lunar month I’m starting over never ever ran from
Motor in me got a horse power engine, train pressure gauge knock the doors of the henges
Paraphrase
life
Thought I might be going insane
Fantasies I would dream
I would be Cobain blowin' my brains
Seein' in freeze-frames, smokin' on exotic strains
As I
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