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Fiend
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[Fiend]
All I follow is the Jones as I reminisce
Reminisce take chance as I remember this
I was fifteen, anti fiend
Never thought Id make it to music as a dream
All I had was Kevin and my momma Jackie
The pen and pad, and I have a papi
Taught up from the world, that you gots to be hard
Shit, New Orleans is the city, I remember fightin over wars
See, long before you give me the charge I beat my cause
Im a nigga no more or less surrounded by flaws
Im all yours but understand my future thoughts a few
My days could be navy blue, and Im a believe in you
See Im TRU, because my niggas keep me goin as well
Droppin tears cause Im the only one alive to tell
And if Im goin to hell, at least my life is enriched
By keepin family beside me, and they accepted me as click
Chorus
And Im a soldier in the world live me long
Cause I a got my hustle on and I done done wrong
No one understands me, neither do my family
Thats why I believe in you, to see my ass through, my god x2
I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke
My brother been gone for five years, and this is how I cope
I hope, wishing and praying that myself be next
My girl die straight innocent but because of a ex
Got me vex drinkin, totin my gun under the moon
And no matter how many bullets, bring her back no time soon
Im tired of departing with killing, all of my dogs bleedin
Bodies every other day, on Washington and ?????
Oh lord, Im even scary to open obituaries
Gettin mail from cemetaries stating that Im buried
Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same
If I dont to see some rain, cause life is a strange pain
Bullets dont carry names, but me, its like short
Now here on life support, from not the right support
I hold your quote like the killer, but lose a G
A small fee for what that nigga did to a family
Chorus x2
Shit, Im a reminisce like this while Im in a good state of mind
Now Ill never low, truly knows in no greater time
Down line, Ive a lost some of my best partners
Bullets pop us got em cause the rhyme, was it the coppers
Now who is to blame, the hunted or the hunter
Cope on his mind, much as I can and wonder
Was my prayers to god injected or neglected
Question the man if I can or respect it
Serious, if just by my minutes, if us gone as begginers
Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em
My lord, you never suffer newborn, Ill guard your daughter
Killing in my city like theres something in the water
Why bother? Because Fiends strandin heads then Im gone
And a soldier gonna survive till its time to go home
Now notice Im a survivor
My feelings go out to the families of G Slim, and Miss Michelle Tyler |
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05.Sep.2001 02:09:11 |
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24.Dec.2004 12:12:03 |
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