| Song | Live Me Long |
| Artist | Fiend |
| Album | There's One in Every Family |
| All i follow is the jones as i reminisce | |
| Reminisce take chance as i remember this | |
| I was fifteen, anti fiend | |
| Never thought i'd make it to music as a dream | |
| All i had was kevin and my momma jackie | |
| The pen and pad, and i have a papi | |
| Taught up from the world, that you gots to be hard | |
| Shit, new orleans is the city, i remember fightin over wars | |
| See, long before you give me the charge i beat my cause | |
| I'm a nigga no more or less surrounded by flaws | |
| I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts a few | |
| My days could be navy blue, and i'm a believe in you | |
| See i'm tru, because my niggas keep me goin as well | |
| Droppin tears cause i'm the only one alive to tell | |
| And if i'm goin to hell, at least my life is enriched | |
| By keepin family beside me, and they accepted me as click | |
| Chorus | |
| And i'm a soldier in the world live me long | |
| Cause i a got my hustle on and i done done wrong | |
| No one understands me, neither do my family | |
| That's why i believe in you, to see my ass through, my god x2 | |
| I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke | |
| My brother been gone for five years, and this is how i cope | |
| I hope, wishing and praying that myself be next | |
| My girl die straight innocent but because of a ex | |
| Got me vex drinkin, totin my gun under the moon | |
| And no matter how many bullets, bring her back no time soon | |
| I'm tired of departing with killing, all of my dogs bleedin | |
| Bodies every other day, on washington and ????? | |
| Oh lord, i'm even scary to open obituaries | |
| Gettin mail from cemetaries stating that i'm buried | |
| Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same | |
| If i don't to see some rain, cause life is a strange pain | |
| Bullets don't carry names, but me, it's like short | |
| Now here on life support, from not the right support | |
| I hold your quote like the killer, but lose a g | |
| A small fee for what that nigga did to a family | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Shit, i'm a reminisce like this while i'm in a good state of mind | |
| Now i'll never low, truly knows in no greater time | |
| Down line, i've a lost some of my best partners | |
| Bullets pop us got em cause the rhyme, was it the coppers | |
| Now who is to blame, the hunted or the hunter | |
| Cope on his mind, much as i can and wonder | |
| Was my prayers to god injected or neglected | |
| Question the man if i can or respect it | |
| Serious, if just by my minutes, if us gone as begginers | |
| Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em | |
| My lord, you never suffer newborn, i'll guard your daughter | |
| Killing in my city like there's something in the water | |
| Why bother? because fiend's strandin heads then i'm gone | |
| And a soldier gonna survive till it's time to go home | |
| Now notice i'm a survivor | |
| My feelings go out to the families of g slim, and miss michelle tyler | |
| Chorus x4 |
| All i follow is the jones as i reminisce | |
| Reminisce take chance as i remember this | |
| I was fifteen, anti fiend | |
| Never thought i' d make it to music as a dream | |
| All i had was kevin and my momma jackie | |
| The pen and pad, and i have a papi | |
| Taught up from the world, that you gots to be hard | |
| Shit, new orleans is the city, i remember fightin over wars | |
| See, long before you give me the charge i beat my cause | |
| I' m a nigga no more or less surrounded by flaws | |
| I' m all yours but understand my future thoughts a few | |
| My days could be navy blue, and i' m a believe in you | |
| See i' m tru, because my niggas keep me goin as well | |
| Droppin tears cause i' m the only one alive to tell | |
| And if i' m goin to hell, at least my life is enriched | |
| By keepin family beside me, and they accepted me as click | |
| Chorus | |
| And i' m a soldier in the world live me long | |
| Cause i a got my hustle on and i done done wrong | |
| No one understands me, neither do my family | |
| That' s why i believe in you, to see my ass through, my god x2 | |
| I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke | |
| My brother been gone for five years, and this is how i cope | |
| I hope, wishing and praying that myself be next | |
| My girl die straight innocent but because of a ex | |
| Got me vex drinkin, totin my gun under the moon | |
| And no matter how many bullets, bring her back no time soon | |
| I' m tired of departing with killing, all of my dogs bleedin | |
| Bodies every other day, on washington and ????? | |
| Oh lord, i' m even scary to open obituaries | |
| Gettin mail from cemetaries stating that i' m buried | |
| Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same | |
| If i don' t to see some rain, cause life is a strange pain | |
| Bullets don' t carry names, but me, it' s like short | |
| Now here on life support, from not the right support | |
| I hold your quote like the killer, but lose a g | |
| A small fee for what that nigga did to a family | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Shit, i' m a reminisce like this while i' m in a good state of mind | |
| Now i' ll never low, truly knows in no greater time | |
| Down line, i' ve a lost some of my best partners | |
| Bullets pop us got em cause the rhyme, was it the coppers | |
| Now who is to blame, the hunted or the hunter | |
| Cope on his mind, much as i can and wonder | |
| Was my prayers to god injected or neglected | |
| Question the man if i can or respect it | |
| Serious, if just by my minutes, if us gone as begginers | |
| Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em | |
| My lord, you never suffer newborn, i' ll guard your daughter | |
| Killing in my city like there' s something in the water | |
| Why bother? because fiend' s strandin heads then i' m gone | |
| And a soldier gonna survive till it' s time to go home | |
| Now notice i' m a survivor | |
| My feelings go out to the families of g slim, and miss michelle tyler | |
| Chorus x4 |