ya life was dramatized, but mine was dramatic
you live in clarity, and i live in static
always knee deep in shit
on the block
forever waiting for the cops to knock
so much struggle by my people, to get what we need
along the way,
old folks words we heed
as they do there best to help grow our seed
tyna keep me off crack and weed
but it dont work,
because since i was a squrt
all i've known is the hood life of hurt
from the girls that try to play me
to the niggaz
who try to slay me
the pain is constaint, daily
my life is unbilievable, unconsievable
and my past years are unretrivable
cant
get my years back now, all gone
who's life gonna be over, its so long
we struggle for the future
but first we must face the past
back when out gats were on 24/7 blast
i'm not sayin
we were right or wrong
i'm just tellin u how i saw shit with this song
i'm not tellin the story for u, just tellin
my side
so forgive me if our accounts collide
but i just tellin my life from where i reside
i sound off on ya crew, better believe
because dis nigga got many tricks up his sleeve
lace u with tricks, have u
thinkin for hours
like Bush when osoma dropped the towers
the way i live is in the moment
i dont worrie bout tomorrow, just the current moment
get to the frunt of the crowed
let yaself be known
let the ladies know u rollin alone
and given the chance, u
fittin to bone
compelation, to confessions, to confussion
is this mixed singnals an allusion
am i just living in constant delussion
its
hard to tell from day to day
is it truth or is it play
it seems like it keeps changin like clay
and the changes are
constantly not going my way
got me goin in a circle
from persuing to restraining
pertaining to a u and me doing what i think is right,
what
might not be right
as we keep going i'm losing sight
i love u, u love me, ha ha not quite
i am tryna be light hearted
about the situation
not think much of the situation, participation
in how i percieve our relations
this is my smith and west
wild wild west, quick draw, the gat came off my waist
my finger on the trigger dur placed
then
squeeze pop with bullets, ya laced
to ya whole crew, i'll lay waist
cops try and find me, but nothing is traced
position myself for the big moves
cant think about the chances, cause i dont lose
interupt my inflation and
u can get it
yea dis is my gat, have u met it
shoot at me only comes thru stupidity
and if u miss they nigga i pitty THI
i know waiting for me to get u is un-nervin
thats
why quick clap back is what i'm servin
