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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #2,166
Peak in subgenre #307
Author
FEE-Nom
Rights
FEE-nominal
Uploaded
May 25, 2005
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The death of a friend and the emotion that compells me...R.I.P marcus Kyle Jones Tabor
Lyrics
every morning i wake up im a day closer to death, eva since my nigga died i lost the pep in my step, i decided not to mess wit tha stress, im on the grind now so i invest in the meth// niggaz tellin me to b myself, i look ahead ten years and don't even see my self, my mind set is "not enough drugs out" so they need my help, im not gonna smile until all my tree's are delt, from weed to crack not happy until every key is smelt// i aint found a style to write so im lettin it flow, my homie don't wanna c me broke so im gettin this doh, i heard playin this game is like bettin ya soul, i got my eye's on the prize i wont question my goal// i've seen my last days slumped ova a steering wheel, deaths cold breath on my neck whispering words im hearing still, piercing my soul with a searing chill, he said "until this day you'll be fearing nill"// all the tears shed when im dead wont mean shit, 5 in my chest and one in my head don't mean shit, i've seen it already all i have are night mares i don't dream it, busted lip wit a hole in my forehead and my whole splien split, my life for clothes, cars, and this ol' green shit// Hook until the shovels out to dig, i just dont care lookin for a reason to live, but its jus not there imma stop fa my kid, its jus not fair im gone even though i jus got here I can’t take much more of this bull shit, to many niggaz wantin to pull whips talking bout full clips// Jus live’in fa logo’s and nickel sacs, callin it opium “dawg it simple crack”, ya’ll big and bad wit glocc nines like u got time by a stop sign but u cant swing a sickle fast, going through wut I am is like endure’in a missle blast, there is no mo missons since my nigga past it’s a task// Look at me now tryin to make dollars out of all this non-sense, thinking bout all this half-ass commercial content, half the listeners aint conscience to this concept, all they do is turn up the radio and smoke some bomb stress// I aint found nothing in this life maybe the next, all I live for now is my unborn baby and sex, why me outta the whole “cuz god gave me this test”, and out of this whole rap game god made me the best// Wit my head hung low greive’in I wonda why im still breathin, as emotion continues leave’in this heathen, i consider my option of death will leave this world even// I wonda wut my neice gon think watchin me sleep wit my eye’s wide wonderin why he doesn’t blink, or when the black and white passes by he doesn’t speak, imma tell my sis to let my neice know I wasn’t weak, he had feelins jus dug in deep// My future is know too grim all I c is a pool of blood where my corpse will swim, a revolver chamber that is coars and spins, I c I’ve been walkin my life line and its short and slim, my whole life accumulated to a porche and rims// Hook until the shovels out to dig, i just dont care lookin for a reason to live, but its jus not there imma stop fa my kid, its jus not fair im gone even though i jus got here
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