Its a lil long, bare wit it. TRUE

V1:Keep your words to yourself you self degrating hater.
Keep your hands to yourself you little wannabe player
Ya’ll need to recognize that it ain’t all bout cha, its not about the houses, the cars, the moolah.
Your just a pawn in this big game of life, just a piece of flesh that God created bright.
You have a future, you have a chance, you blow it away on some enhancin drug dance.
You wanna do it cuz its “all you know”, no it ain’t, cuz your grandma
tol you so. Those old timers know what’s up, they see you goin the wrong way struttin ur stuff.
Grow up man, your way too old, to be playin these games and doin blow.
You need to get out and get you a job, support your family, not some slob.
You need to recognize who’s watching you, God and others,
you are someone’s hero, someone’s baby, someone’s neighbor, someone’s safety.
So think twice on what you do, cuz someone’s eyes be watchin you!
What’s it all coming to when you ain’t nowhere to go,
Asphalt’s your only friend, people balkin you,stalkin you
Gonna walk all ova ya. Life in tha streets and 4 the weak
Ain’t for the feeble ain’t for the sweet. It ain’t a life, to
speak much of, man, have you ever felt any love?
v2:Like a needle you inflict the pain, and suffering on those who don’t play your game
You show us your true colors are dark and muted, your vision is clouded, your words diluted
Get off da streets and into a home, get off these streets and get yourself grown. You’ve lived a lot that my b true, but you need a better one, fo real, you do man, you do
Your life ain’t gettin you nowhere but down, all I see from your face is a sad filthy
frown.
You have no chance, not anymore, your stuck to the streets like gum on a door.
You gonna end up like 50 and more, shot up, beat up, dragged through the floor.
You had your chance and you didn’t take it, why man, oh why, did you fake it?
What’s it all coming to when you ain’t nowhere to go,
Asphalt’s your only friend, people balkin you,stalkin you
Gonna walk all ova ya. Life in tha streets aint 4 the weak
Ain’t for the feeble ain’t for the sweet. It ain’t a life its a drug, not too
speak much of, man, have you ever felt any love from above?
V. 3 Da streets may be gray but they b splattered with red, cuz tonight, my homeboy you ended up dead,
you played your game, endured your shame,you have no fame, cuz you were weak and lame.
You said man its cool, I can handle this fo sho, you went on and on, and on till you drew.
You drew the wrong man, he got you in the end.a cap to the head and now your blood says it all.
I feel for your mama, your brothers, your drama. Just another one down, with his life ahead, too bad he’s gone.

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