fuck up, damn good grief You know your mouth's a cage For your tongue if you just close your teeth I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke I heard
it I'm a puzzle, I must figure out where all my pieces fit Like a poor wayfaring stranger that they speak about in song I'm just a weary pilgrim trying to find what feels like home
time, I'm pulling out the stick I'm at the car lot, I'm going broke I pay for 5, they front a couple more I take them home like I do my ho's I dress
would say that's a plus Now I'll go home and change I need a few things from the grocery Do things alone now mostly Left me heart-broken, not lookin
him Watching him fly With a gleam in his eye Wouldn't you love to love him? I know It's not safe too near the sun But I go And keep getting closer to
this is a chapter in the story of me and you This ain't a fairytale Baby you're never gonna be alone Inside my arms you'll find a happy home Anytime
turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin' a thugsta At first they try to bring
to move on without us, before us/ Crack a beer an I pour it on the curb an I hope ya notice/ I'm a soldier on this planet, you a soldier up in Heaven/
't a bag of coke. But when her world met up with his they both was comatosed. A tragic ending, to a couple, that was oh so close. Stopped short a happiness
's why I'm laughing every time you call 'Cause I know that you're in love with how I broke it off The nigga strokes too soft and she a beast in bed And
five-o's done jumped in my face with some hoe shit Tried to mix a nigga up in a homicide Said I shot a muthafucka in his mama's ride I ain't the nigga
left my mother dear at home with a sad soul Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home My real pops he broke
broke off to the left To show you exactly where you at I want the scratch that you done say Remember, bust a cap a lot For the rooftop snypaz snap a
close to me so don't testify Straight up hood nigga, made it rappin' Yeah, caught a break My life put down in words, homey That's some real shit, yo A
that I just broke into tears And see in the second hand, you don't really know how this is But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the
the jail house People all the judges wanna bust you The D.A. does the hey and he agrees the court fuckin up Hey, the redneck judge caught a boot A nigga like the Brad cuz a
after you, him and his spot still tied to the streets like a ish knot aint nothing fake, I'm not a Rolly with a tick tock Atlanta repper in the home of
around I'm only walkin' I know this town We come home through these fields at night About a million times I'd walk the road with my eyes closed And