WhyteShadow
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Joined: Oct 06, 2005
Posts: 9
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| Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 11:34 am |
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Reason & Ryme - 2 Life's Plights
Every day she takes it, to the lower levels of her placement
She’s living, for the complacent, but for money she gets naked
All she knows is she can’t have it, even with a hard days work, so she develops bad habbits and cries out what is all this worth
Ask her and she’ll lie, about havin good times, as she bows her head and wishes to die
She pops locks, got rocks, she's even got veins ahe's trying pop,
Tell me wjy she swears she's not a fuckin addict, when i see the pain in her eyes from when she hasn't had it…
Growin up a G, takin the block name of “Fame”
16 1st kid, 18 1st bid,
now divide that last line by 9, and thats years you left in this lifetime
you're seein home plate, and you thinkin that you’re safe,
wishin someone would save your soul,
scared to leap from what you’ve come to know,
I’d be there waitin till they clasp their hands,
So the lord can lead and take them to the promise land
---- this next verse is the explanation ---
why would she take it, so her "mommy" status don't get a replacement
of living, never complacent, for the money she never meant to get naked
If all you know is, all bad times, could you break a bad habbit?
so you drink a lil bit, but you’d say you're not an addict?
swear you won't get back at it, a 5th hidden away...
thinkin you're a G, got shot by YOUR finger you used call happy,
to let it go with 9 rounds, got money weighin 9 pounds,
and your first born come out 2 divided by 9 pounds
but you aint safe, just because you made it to home plate,
let all tha sounds move to grove and sooth tha soul
moving through life and scared and unknown,
i wouldn't warn ‘em, i be there on the other side
waitin for their sins to catch ‘em, and let God scorn’em
and they'll be sure to learn it means to have the no faith poured into'em
-- lost their faith in God –
---- need a chorus ---
Until then, © A Fick’s Fix
---- need a chorus --- Let me know what you think i you wouldn't mind.
Until then, © A Fick’s Fix |
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