Lyrics:
my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Gunnin' for your love
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
New leaf on the tree
New distance between us
You and me
Can we get it together
Can we still walk side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical
holdin' a grudge is like
Lettin' somebody just live inside of your head rent free
Real talk, I don't got time to evict these clowns
Y'all niggas been
the choppers kidnap the night and police silence your rights
Stare at the sky wonder will you live to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I knew I was against the odds
This kid
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Under-boss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit
known us my heart been skipping
I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect
A star is born, sometimes a drive-by needed
My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't
an entertainer now, Ivan
I used to be a farmer just like you
I got a wife and three kids
And this may sound a little unpatriotic
But to me
These are more
an entertainer now, Ivan
I used to be a farmer just like you
I got a wife and three kids
And this may sound a little unpatriotic
But to me
These are more
I'm writing it?
Tryna feed the kids
The narcs striking us like lighting
My young boy 17 took a 20 to 40
By the time he do that 20, my youngin' be 40
a sweatbox
Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack
Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
Invest in the first B-boy kid's
Like we did when we were kids
'Cause we can't keep holding on to grudges
Why did it take so long?
Why did it take so long?
Why did it take us so
a sweatbox
Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack
Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
Invest in the first B-boy kid's
Love changed our lonely lives
Caught us by surprise
Opened up our eyes
Somehow we both knew
Something rare and true
Something bright and new
like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
the address is still on the door
(just like before)
It's my house (her house)
But I hate to come home
Love don't live here anymore
(Love don't live here
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
I'm glad I am
So's Uncle Sam
I'm a real live Yankee Doodle
Made my name and fame and boodle
Just like Mister Doodle did
I'm addied up, added up
I just ate a plate for breakfast
Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas
Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my
the train, okay, you hear it constantly)
(I think the train is a way to find your way out of this life)
(If you get hit by it)
A couple of kids got hit by
Wants to live forever
Until they realize they
wont live forever
but almost everybody
wants to live forever
somebody body by that neighborhood party
now
reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Today we live, today we breathe
Today we know that we are strong when we are weak
Today we trust, we overcome
Take every chain that kept us slaves
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