i feel so blue and i feel heart broken what am i living for my baby yo one shot in the air for those that s not scared to raise they own in basements stay blown so much stress i mma just up and get a vest aim best hit your rest like a meteorite til the media strike and reporters go home i don t know maybe it s just me maybe i m no good go back home throw on a hood and get it like they get it but see we got a problem i ain t got no conscience and i ain t got no problems layin niggas down like carpet bitches come around like my thirty eight revolver actin like they all and my queen don t know me pressure stay deep like a ocean reef had the hopes to be over east on some ivories apartment luxuries run with me through fields of terror concrete barrier that s how i feel that s how i sleep under the moon shit is real pressure bust pipes doc ss talkin bout blood pressure s up high next thing i know the feds at the door for a robbery that happened back in 2000 looking at fourteen years in jail housing and i ain t heard shit since but damn a nigga tense everytime i pick up the phone i think it clicks paranoid skitz how the fuck am i sane how is life like this but i passed that stage like a masquerade and i m still here pour beer on an average day now he smoke weed and he never got a strategy snakes don t rattle me i ll put you out my misery exquisitely i hit the trees for my ancestors life is a gun fight test a man s essence july black where june at my right hand man must of slid through the cracks i miss you dog but for real you wrong i guess every man feel like he gotta move on it s hard as hell i need a mill in the bank for that i need my willing to shank plus a shell in the tank my girl s late and she don t act right either for that i hit the sinsemilla like a heavy lifter for my door to yours it s long distance modern day peasants life is restless and they don t understand til i got a gun in hand on some yo nigga run it like cunningham chips on my shoulders turn to broken bones slips by a soldier turn to broken homes by way of open tombs and last rites last night glass pipes reflect from a head lights in a zoo of dead life for bread even the birds fight feel like i m living third strike and i realized i was a man when the headline read 19 year old man dead rest for shawn peace to my first born heart torn bleed purple wars on it s raining cash and we not getting poured on you don t know the pain that s raining in my heart you don t know the pain that s raining in my heart let the sun down by you knocking knocking on my front door hurry now 
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