Free download
I saw the game was in need of a real artist, so I started grinding.
Song Info
Genre
Author
Phillip Swope
Rights
�Chea Mayne Music Productions
Uploaded
March 09, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:06
Lyrics
[Chorus]:
If you follow the story, then you can see the glory of one side,
And one side, that’s dying tonight.
Kid you gotta breathe,
Cuz you can wind up like him, or like me,
You can live your life, and die tonight,
So if you gotta it do it breath twice.
Let me paint a perfect picture of a picture never perfect,
Just listen to the surgeon even pictures leave him nervous,
Where weekly there’s a service of a victim of a murder,
Who ran his mouth to prove that he would get what hes deserving,
I was raised in the projects where the convicts wasn’t going,
Where the palmers steady going to get they calmer and they blowing,
I had to keep my dirt low so my mama wasn’t knowing,
See the problem was the drugs it ain’t a problem that I’m flowing,
Cuz my dirt had to come from somewhere, in the slums heres,
Where you can hear a bums prayer for just one beer,
One tat, one tear, as it hangs from his eye,
Cuz his life is unfair, he said he’d bang to he died.
But now his life’s on a curb, from the trials and the tribulations,
Its denial that hes facing, while ventilating,
All his pain into the cheapest forty that he could afford.
Cuz his shorty dashed the door when he crashed the Ford,
His cash was short, now his bank account’s cleaner than his ass before,
This the place he wound up, his last resort… to get some crack or snort,
Whatever patch his thirst, he’s fiending cuz it past the first,
But the spot he goes for ice is where his casket lurks,
For his last thirty spot they let dem ratchets murk,
This the hood that I was raised, these is facts from birth,
Now you can hear his song play while they pastor church.
Well I was raised in the murda mil… where you learn to steal before turning ten,
You Heard of steel? Well burners still is burning men,
And burnt up buildings ain’t concerning millions,
Cuz its villains that be causing problems, all this dramas, Mamas don’t return children,
So I’m lucky with this path I’m taking, back is aching but this cash I’m making,
Might be making up for accusations, Half you faking but this real talk,
The streets I will still walk but college got me real smart,
So for now I’m gone peel off, like the rubbers I be burning,
All my niggas who be working or be lurking to be murking,
I’mma tell that you worth it… If you breathe with me son,
Then you see we all got a purpose on this earth get to searching, Cuz if scriptures was rehearsed
Than victims could be reversed, the hood could be nursed to health, have all the wealth and don’t even need the First.
