ignorance is bliss, but to know is pain No matter what we reap, we still sow the same The concept of change is second-rate to change Either way around, the cycle still remains Out my project window, observing the wannabes blowing indo Shooting dice on the corner, big homie roll up with his kinfolk Unfold a stack on em like, what they hitting for? Slamming the doors on his Benzo He left the engine running, bumping something sounding like late eighties R&B, trunk full of China white Type of nigga ladies like, known dope dealer Money, cash, hoes getter, slash stone cold killer He cant sleep at night, his victims eyes piercing through his soul He wake up every time his eyes close Thats who them young boys aspire to see Underneath the palm trees, thats who they dying to be But Im good
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 01:11:50 +0000
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