Im passin through this world goin 87, tryna figure should I rule in hell or serve in heaven, deceived by what I see its a quest for power, sweet dreams turned bitter now a nigga sour, cuz what you dream more than likely wont become for real, in pursuit I lost my soul now I can hardly feel, I search for something deeper than shallow thoughts of women, tryna believe that every girl aint on a harlots mission, my main niggas sellin grams thats their scarlett letter, I look at them and ask myself if i could live better, not to judge or think an education makes the difference, cuz you can work but that mary yield a higher pension, my niggas all hail mary moneys her second blessing, she blessed my niggas wit a lil dough but now they stressin, niggas watchin like they on the screens of Al Pacino, toldem Karmas billinem for what they did in Reno, fast forward to the end and now we back at why, but every answer make me think its all a nasty lie, he told me whatever I give you your niggas get it double, told him take my right eye to save my niggas trouble, cuz they dont need to see the truth about the life they given, its like the truth is more heavy than the lies they livin, Id rather give my niggas reality than gas em up, but not a soul in this world could fill my empty cup...
Posted on: Sun, 23 Feb 2014 07:02:26 +0000
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