Huh..ya know living this type a life makes you grow up faster than you`d expect to sometimes... fuck around and be in your late twenties... feelin like a old man and shit... yeah for real son... let em know
It`s hard to breathe and hard to run when your lungs blacken Coughin up blood like what the fuck happened Raisin my risk of cancer`s the answer homie But after drinkin something there`s nothin like puffin a bogie Now I could blame the same product placement in movies, Or the commercials, or Scarface in a jacuzzi But now I`m livin it, damn, I shoulda neva took that 1st cigarette
I fucked up like your girl was ridin on top of me I should of took her to trial and never copped the plea But this ain`t a christian nation motha fucker please America never told me to turn the other cheek Cuz I`m from Harlem, the north of Manhattan We knock niggas out and make em bounce like Ricky Hattan But wildin on the corner, got me turned back from the Canadian border
I knew she was a virgin, when I first met her Rockin stockings and poppin out of the catholic school sweater Mom told her she could do better than a criminal Seventeen year-old psychotic, trying to be lyrical I never meant to break her heart or fuck up her life But I was careless, instead of treating her right I seen her again at some club strippin, and wondered If I could have made her life different
Yeah..yeah... I joined the army looking for money to go to college But they ain`t pay me a quarter of what they fucking promised Extended my tour, treating me like a sucka That`s the reason offices get fragged mothafucker Don`t give me speeches on how you respect and you love me With no body armor in a lightly armored humvee?! My family`s lonely and you want me to re-enlist for 30 grand homie? No
When I was young I got signed to a record label The deal looked so good when it was on the table It paid for my cable, cribs, cars and jewelry The studios, the women there`s nothing they wouldn`t do for me Except stop screwing me for publishing the royalties How the fuck are you my dawg, when there`s no loyalty? Word to the street I should`ve gone independent like Immortal Technique
Some people learn from mistakes and don`t repeat them Others try to block the memories and just delete them But I keep em as a reminder they not killing me And not thank God for teaching me humility Son, remember when you fight to be free To see things how they are and not how you like em to be Cause even when the world has fallen on top of me Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy Knowing what`s wrong doesn`t imply that you right And its another, when you suffer to apply it in life But I`m no rookie And I`m never gonna make the same mistake twice pussyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.