's a vacant stare The shadows come but no one seems to care The darkness floods every light that could promise change She passed sound asleep when the blood is stain But blood
the shame of my ancestry Forever stained by blood in which you tread Hey, if I was taken for a day and shown another way Oh, now every child can learn
gangbang when I was younger So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin' under I never thought I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin'
The affection of stillness Kiss the hand that blesses me And as the panting ceased My blood runs now
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
, let me see my child (Child) Let me see my child, I've got to see my child You're hurting him, you're hurting him (Child, child) He needs me in his life (Child
fingers to the bone Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home My real pops he broke out with the style So I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child
your soul, now your done with. You hear the gun click. (gunshot). Blood stains on the walls and carpet, pain and the hardships of a father identifyin' his child
! your daddy was a real nigga real rolling stone of our time he's the reason why you wanna be a killer still wondering why he left you behind?! now you a blood
run and run) You are the only good thing that I have ever done (Run and run, run and run away) (We can't stay, we can't stay) We will walk until my blood
knees before the burning plane And he beheld fields of gold his land, his sun And he arose his blood aflame The clouds pressed with hand prints stained
again, ugh, y'all My money kinda' short, so I'm comin' for y'all G I Double L A , be out in L.A. Child was Destine like 'Chelle be and Kelly Hold up
it you wanna do? In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches For the real trick deez who can dig it 'Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay
is I'm getting dough, i'm on [Verse 2 - Game:] 31 still banged out shots let 'em rank out Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out Grandmomma stay
had a meal in my life Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write We fight, fuck, get buck wild Kill, chill, make love, have child Freestyle
my balls The Boyz N The Hood know my style like Furious I fight dirty I'm Ike scurvy I'll slap a bitch It's obviously like blood on a white jersey Don
got plex, I suggest you keep it hush-hush 'Cause boys wet up on that water, and you might get bust I got to stay up on my note, so my game is sharper
