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When i came to you there on that cold |
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Telephone pole horror of the night |
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And you came out to meet me |
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And then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings |
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Congratulations you coming home next month |
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Humble as a monk |
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We celebrate with crystal and skunk |
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The family's large |
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It's hard being god |
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Still take charge come home to a massage |
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A line of credit cards with a land cruiser parked in the garage |
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And trying to make up for the times when you was gone |
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Being locked up while my heart was torn |
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You wrote me letters |
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Telling me when you come home things will be much better |
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I mailed you a pair of tims for a wu-wear sweater |
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Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather |
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In difficult times it's hard to maintain |
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I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain |
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And that rain is pain |
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For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane |
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Forced to stay awake |
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Late nights it's hard to sleep |
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When i peek |
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Cause the kitchen's chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me |
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Mental explosion when i meditate over by taca lake |
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Thoughts remain calm like the ocean |
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Puff a little war potion |
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Everything relates to emotion |
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When i stare at the stars surrounded by trees |
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Sometimes i feel like a fallen leaf |
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Blown away by wind realities |
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Strong breeze, but you're free |
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I took the block off the horn |
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So let knowledge be born |
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Blood brothers forever |
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Killa b's on the swarm |
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Dom p's (?) past, guns blast |
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I recollect on the past |
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On how we ran wild together |
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Chasing cash and ass |
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Small time thing |
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Managing stings for nugget rings |
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Went back far like acorn fights on modern swings |
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Kingpin style, juveniles raised with major flav |
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Tenth grade came went on our own and severed ways |
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Never realized poppy would die or leave my side |
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Homicide never |
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I visualize better |
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You live forever in my heart son |
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Mentally dunn we roll together |
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No years past i still hear blasts as guns flashed |
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My nigga run fast he sumble to a lifeless crash |
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On the concrete my leg felt weak |
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I couldn't eat let alone sleep |
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This shit is way beyond bone deep |
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Now i sip beers |
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Shed a few tears with our peers |
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Play the rears |
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Do the knowledge through glares and cold stares |
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Yo it's hard kid |
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I swear to my unborn this war's going on |
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Veterans taking falls to young pawns |
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But i stay strong and try to move on |
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And live life to the fullest |
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Rest in peace to the god who took a bullet |