Here’s a voice for the voiceless My words like multiple choice to the choiceless Emerge like a search light in the darkness For this young, black carcass My niggas either join the Armed Forces, or they corpses now In God we trust But it’s bucks that we worship, now Boy that root of evil gon’ forever rule the people See, I seen just what that fast money gon’ come and do to people Hit a lick, it was a hit He said, “Lets go and do the sequel” But his, nigga wasn’t ‘bout it, nigga wasn’t ‘bout it, now Feeling guilty, What would Momma think about me? Told’ em, think about it nigga, wont you think about it now? But he was money hungry Plus he trigger happy So they hopped up in the Caddy Burnt his pack, just like a Stevian Thirty minutes later, blood is leaking at the ATM Momma in denial, like her baby boy on trial For a murder that he ain’t commit Tears soak the handkerchief!!! This is what my little island has become now! So They say the good die young, that’s the truth My nigga floating up in heaven now, that’s the proof I ain’t make it to the funeral, but homie rest in peace If this world get too cold, I hope one day you rescue me Nigga maybe we can fly someday Oh we can fly someday Yeah up in the sky someday Do real niggas get to heaven? That’s that shit I ask the reverend R.I.P. to My cousins Leo y Joche Hope you watching from the sky all day, You meant get to see me become a star one day!
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 03:42:09 +0000
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