Lyrics:
my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
nigga on his way home, he just beat a body (beat a body)
Every time I leave the house, I got the steamer by me (I got it on me, uh, uh, uh)
My jacket
passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
Man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to life.
Qu new york, you try
to survive
I'll disappoint you, and I will let you down
And I ain't got many home boys comin' around (No?)
You don't understand, so don't say you do (Oh yes
you for everything you've shown me
This is where I've grown, and for now it's goodbye home
Yeah, every time I'm in this house, trauma builds up from
used to not mean anything, but it really means nothing now
Nothing means anything anymore
Everything is less than zero
And I know it won't do much
the merit that you earned by learning hard
Slagging iron or laying tile like pa and his before
When a man is judged again by effort
Not by what he's stole
just bought a cello, now all I do is play it (play it)
Thank God that I made it (made it)
Ask Q where Dave is (where is he?)
He'll probably tell you
He grabs up his rosin and rope
His boots and his hat
His half empty can of Skoal
Jumps into his truck
And with any luck
Be headed out west by noon
He
the merit that you earned by learning hard
Slagging iron or laying tile like pa and his before
When a man is judged again by effort
Not by what he's stole
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
anymore
Until I wake up
Til I wake up I ain't living in this reality anymore
This dreams got a theme of a home
Simply can't be on my own
6 G's they with me
the haze, pale in the clear
"Where is my sweet boy to carry me home
He died in the tropics and left me alone”
Cries Mrs. Harris, a shadow of life
Infinite
the ones they trust
Trusting this justice system that ain't so just
But where do we go, when justice begins to shapeshift
Our rainbow nation is apartheid
Master don't sleep anymore
Little shade on the broken floor
Thread of dark on his ragged heart
Where I held him before
Once he was king
the blues
My heart is breakin cause the thrill is gone
There's one way out, I can't find my way home
If you help me find them I'll play the blues for you
One
Is going to get inside my heart [x2]
Is going to give me a heart attack
Look away it's too much to bare, I've been bitten by the party animal
a bitch while niggas is homeless
See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price
Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had to go shit
try'na dig you a new ditch
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good
Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I'm fuckin' on leather and wood
I'm
licked
Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with
from the weight he's under?
There's a young man with no home to speak of
And he rests his head by the fire
Some say life under the stars won't get ya too
just one of many children
Raised by the system, pops was a victim
We didn't wanna sell
But they was 'bout to evict him
And his whole family
Momma
heart they stabbed his back (back)
He looking for love, where is it at?
Giving his out heart to every track
Jay Dior don't have no fears
Climb
the keratin
Every bit precariously jerry-rigged
His helmet is a case of Bud
He factor in the paper cuts
Corrugated cockpit, I'm not exactly Major Tom
Buzzed
.png/220px-LeToya_-_Not_Anymore_(single_cover).png "Not Anymore")
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