-----Confidential-----
why i gotta go get flowers for the dead when i need them alive
why guys wanna do drive-by's and shot just to state they gangsta live
all i know, all my prayers and all my hopes
be bless and be born, and hope the dead see light like the pope
see fights and folks beefing for ice and coke
slice and choke,grab the mic and spoke
i fear all who agressive with pipes and ropes
knife and loc's, thinking lifes a joke with a serious yet stress-end
thought i had noting-yet, till i lost my best-friend
and life start where my heart N flesh-ends
guess this is where good and bad meet-ends
i wish we could still connect, and it was a click away like: SEND
BUT,
i feel u closely, when i roste these emcees
who envy and dont understand what u ment be
feeling happy wont last long like a good paying job at a "temp"-be *"agency"*
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-----Lyriclesolja-----
Yo A life surpassed only by its roots,
caskets and grass barefeet with no boots,
heart beats but hungry with no food,
eyes leak constantly for this dude,
steps from briges alone in the dark,
with his head high alone he walks,
toes corroded himself whom he talks,
sits and thinks and speaks of passed days,
clothes on his back no longer in a sack,
food in his middle and not just a little,
mind happy laughter a must,
then life gone due to a drug bust,
death comming he see's it with no regret,
walking slowly he losses the bet,
falls to his knees this is surly his time,
holds his heart and starts to cry,
has visions of a passed life as they fly by,
closes his eyes Alone In The Dark he dies....
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Thanks for reading..........peayces

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Originally Posted by Indeph Lyricalsolja you illy on the sickness tip.