His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happenīesides rappin the only thing I did good was scrappin I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican Smokin 'Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastinīut I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweatin him My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-loįor quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean This all night, money making got me outta touch, shitĪn unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs So you know, I don't hang around the house much My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin I need your hands to come and heal me once again I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change It's a small thang to a true, what could I do?Īnd come to knew he'd do the same thang if he couldĬause in the hood true homies make you feel goodĪnd half the times we be actin up call the copsīringin a cease to the peace that was on my block I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for currencyīut you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave How could it be - through the misery that came to pass The money and the fame made us all change places Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart dieĪnd even though we both came from the same places
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