My hearts filled with sorrow Sometimes I ponder do I even want to see tomorrow Whispers in my head when Im fast asleep; Wake up feeling dead till I blast the beats One day Im hoping to be a legend immortalized in pictures, Like Pac And when I die theyll say I rode for my block Till then Im high, stories told from my talk Slick, Street Speech family praying while you laying Sick Feet Deep This lifes hurt Throw you down to the ground kick you in the dirt Stricts living proof that when your fallen You rise wise with you guys and just keep brawlin Yo the streets calling, me back Your mistaken if you think that, we lack Ambition as we ride, open wide So I can practice my shooting at you gag reflex Every night on the mic more Trife body bag secrets. But still I have Faith, That I can make it out of this quick sand thats sinking quickly But what can you take out of a sick man thats thinking strictly Took an oath sealed in blood and made a pact Descended to hell hacked my demons up and made it back But their still here with me Its about time that strictly Changed the score When it rains it pour I lay it down at the bottom all in good time Taking my people with me never stopping till the hood shine Give the goods up Before me and my crew put the hoods up One day Ill sit back, and close my lids How could we have stayed on track with the life we chose as kids Glad to be alive G Sometime look to the sky and say lord, why me You think your raps bad Then my flows worse Told you all I know Ill go first Nothing could have prepared me for what was next Slowly walking up the stairway to heavens steps Missions to get my tunes known before I hit the tombstone To which it will say R.I.P Ripping ill Phrases, forever Walking through the stormy weather When im gone theyll play a song by the man built to last but lived his life to fast So many questions didnt get to ask it Count your blessings till you hit the casket Check it, im the man with the method Welcome to the house of horrors walk with me through 36, chambers of death And Ima be the last one to take a breath Know ill ride till the suns gone And all I need is that one song, one mic like Nas My tongue strike a boss, in his cerebral, im lethal A Weapon, East Van Reppin. youtube/watch?v=S7NHEu1zpQk
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 02:01:35 +0000
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