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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #953
Peak in subgenre #48
Author
Mike Cheque/ Prophessa Ex
Rights
2004
Uploaded
February 12, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
{Verse 1}
Time to sit back relax, come on Dub just chill
I hear it all the time, after someone jumps in my grill
Why cant the old me just fade away and die
I’d be the only one at the funeral, no woman, no cry (ask why)
Cuz its all been a climb, got scars, wounds and the flesh to proove it
What seems to be the mission impossible, people still trippin to move it
See I can put up with a lot, puttin up walls I been told
When peeps try ta peep some new stuff to be I tend to get cold
Cant we just bury him Lord? Don’t ya know an easier road
“Why bury him” Jesus said, “Im all ready to carry the load.”
Like Saul on his way to kill some more Christians,
God grabbed me at a time, in sin, ready to bust some more filthy missions
Head redirected me, Got me to focus, and learn His way
That’s why I can sit here and even testify His name today
So when you have lost it all, and youre seekin an answer
Read the warning label on your body, and try and battle that sin cancer
{Chorus}
As I lost it all, it all went away,
Nuthin in my life seems to go my way, what else can I say?
What did I do, how did I look, Did I look to ruff,
Like some trigga happy “G” givin to much gruff
Was it the fact that my ear was pierced, or the clothes I wear
Was it my bald headed appearance, or that hard knock stare?
Cuz I got news for you, all your assumption, they of the old
You aint gonna find that me, now I got a reason to be bold.
{Verse 2}
When you sit back and relax, puffin on blunt
Do you think about your life, or where you gonna be next month?
Each hit you take, closer to bein free(ahhh weed)
Why do you even do it? Do you really think youre that funny?
8 bags a week sold at 40 a piece,
I was livin pretty good, 14, plus 320 a week
Plus the one bag a day I smoked for myself, the good stuff
Now last week I didn’t know what week it was
Again I have made some choices, in my past,
The sin I did then, I aint gonna lie kidd it was a blast(it went by real fast)
The warning is coming, cover your ears right here
Oh wait I cant remember, neva mind dogg your in tha clear.
That’s what it is like in the day and life of Dub,
I used to think it was funny, but now, I don’t know what the joke was
Puff Puff Give, I was a slave to the cancer,
You reap what you sow, and that’s my final answer!
{Chorus}
As I lost it all, it all went away,
Nuthin in my life seems to go my way, what else can I say?
What did I do, how did I look, Did I look to ruff,
Like some trigga happy “G” givin to much gruff
Was it the fact that my ear was pierced, or the clothes I wear
Was it my bald headed appearance, or that hard knock stare?
Cuz I got news for you, all your assumption, they of the old
You aint gonna find that me, now I got a reason to be bold.
How bout them girls, the ones that are so fly,
You think about em day night, am I their type of guy?
Look at her she got back, front, sway side to side,
And all you can think about is how she gon look, in yo ride
But do you ever think that she might be livin right?
Kneeling down to pray for you every single day and night.
How can you diss such a queen, and you don’t even know her
Making eye candy, lust, temptations, pimpin her as a showgirl
In your own mind, you undressed her and did the deed,
Don’t you know what God said about wastin your seed?
You see you got an issue all men do, don’t hide it
Its called lust, you can be set free, or you can try to ride it
You have got enemy forces pushin you back
Time to take initiative, pull in the slack, and its time to attack
Remember my friend, you aint in this alone,
God put Bruthas in your life, for seasons, until its time to go home.
{Chorus}
As I lost it all, it all went away,
Nuthin in my life seems to go my way, what else can I say?
What did I do, how did I look, Did I look to ruff,
Like some trigga happy “G” givin to much gruff
Was it the fact that my ear was pierced, or the clothes I wear
Was it my bald headed appearance,
