What up my niggas. I finally got the mix cd done. Here's a taste for ya'll that wanna peep what the boy been doing in the lab. Ya'll let me know what ya'll think. Peace.
Grave yards in my head where my comrades died
On the ground like carlito “sorry I tried”
Too many soldiers going out over foolish pride
And easy to see that God ain’t on our side
Only two choices for us: riding or dying
With our mothers in the black hearses moaning and crying
In this life all you get is life for trying
Every corner of the hood got death residing
Every other night paramedics is still arriving
And I wonder if the patients is worth reviving
For us life is just surviving
Some thugs turn rat and start testifying
Or blast in wars and let techs decide ‘em
Like every road out of here leads to violence
A brew on the pavement and a moment of silence
Got niggas in hiding right next to bin laden
Who’s next to be gotten there’s no guilty conscience
We living with death as our only constant
So we become older as we become soldiers
Till we break down like bodies decomposing
And sometimes I want to bring Latoya back
But I know this hell can’t compare to where she at!
