| I feel so blue, and I, feel heart broken
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| What am I living for… my baby…
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| (Got one shot, that’s all it is
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| It’s just a taste of where I bust it, baby)
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| Yo, one shot in the air, for those that’s not scared
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| To raise they own, in basements stay blown
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| So much stress, I’mma just up and get a vest
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| Aim best, hit your rest like a meteorite
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| Til the media strike and reporters go home
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| I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m no good
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| Go back home, throw on a hood
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| And get it like they get it, but see we got a problem
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| I ain’t got no conscience, and I ain’t got no problems
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| Layin' niggas down like carpet
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| Bitches come around like my thirty eight revolver
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| Actin' like they all, and my queen don’t know me
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| Pressure stay deep like a ocean reef
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| Had the hopes to be, over east, on some ivories
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| Apartment luxuries, run with me
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| Through fields of terror, concrete barrier
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| That’s how I feel, that’s how I sleep under the moon
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| Shit is real, pressure bust pipes
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| Doc’ss talkin' bout blood pressure’s up high
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| Next thing I know, the feds at the door
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| For a robbery that happened back in 2000
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| Looking at fourteen years in jail housing
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| And I ain’t heard shit since, but damn a nigga tense
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| Everytime I pick up the phone, I think it clicks
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| Paranoid skitz', how the fuck am I sane, how is life like this
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| But I passed that stage like a masquerade
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| And I’m still here, pour beer on an average day
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| Now he smoke weed and he never got a strategy
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| Snakes don’t rattle me, I’ll put you out my misery
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| Exquisitely, I hit the trees for my ancestors
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| Life is a gun fight, test a man’s essence
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| July black, where June at?
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| My right hand man must of slid through the cracks
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| I miss you dog, but for real, you wrong
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| I guess every man feel like he gotta move on
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| It’s hard as hell, I need a mill' in the bank
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| For that I need my willing to shank, plus a shell in the tank
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| My girl’s late, and she don’t act right, either
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| For that I hit the sinsemilla like a heavy lifter
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| For my door to yours, it’s long distance
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| Modern day peasants, life is restless
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| And they don’t understand, til I got a gun in hand
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| On some, yo nigga, run it like Cunningham
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| Chips on my shoulders, turn to broken bones
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| Slips by a soldier, turn to broken homes
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| By way of open tombs and last rites
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| Last night, glass pipes reflect from a head lights
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| In a zoo of dead life, for bread, even the birds fight
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| Feel like I’m living third strike
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| And I realized I was a man, when
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| The headline read 19 year old man dead
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| Rest for Shawn, peace to my first born
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| Heart torn, bleed, purple wars on
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| It’s raining cash and we not getting poured on
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| You don’t know, the pain
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| That’s raining in my heart
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| You don’t know, the pain
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| That’s raining in my heart
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| Let the sun down by you, knocking
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| Knocking on my front door, hurry now… |