I had the right to sublurr, because they ache one stick
I saw five to six million but, yo, that ain’t really
It was supposed to be different, we were supposed to
But tumach shot his girl, then shot himself in the
Then the steady game form very soon fell apart,
‘cause when you just doing all, the loyalty in your
Slight catch a long hymn on all these niggers
forgetting where they’re coming from
And they’re slowing down, wait a minute, what we’re
This what we’re supposed to do, here’s where we’re
supposed to be,
I hated MTV for trying to play me like a mockery.
But that don’t bother me, I just fulfill my fucking
Small price to pay just to take a piece of my back.
My back, backfire, assassination of my character,
Just demassing me in the America.
My younger sister, Erika, just adopted a child,
My older brother served fifteen, he made it out.
Even though my father loved me, I ain’t seen him for a
Had to fight my baby, bitch, give me my nigger now.
‘cause I’m running out of time and I need him to
The way a superior man had build a brand
Niggers talk about my taxes, had to pay, I consemn,
I’m surviving ‘cause the lines ass crooked in the hand.
Heartbreak, disappointment, my mother died when I was
nine, I just wanted to join her.
Now I miss to join her, get to California, I got
something for you to do, it was like I was annoying
Resurrected, found my purpose, I remember being
dragged, being nervous when I would kick my verses.
I was virtually worthless, my whole life was a circus,
I was sleeping with serpents and I thought it is worth
Got a call from Paul, told me shit isn’t working,
Exchange words, told me tell me that shit in person.
He probably told him, and by the way did he said it on
a prolijetic twisted made about him.
I see Slim and he said he didn’t recognize me,
Was it that or did he let another man to find me?
I don’t know, but now I gotta get this all behind me,
Follow my calling when I used to follow niggers
I wish I had a better relationship with my uncles,
Blood relatives I could turn to when I’m feeling
And talk about my struggles.
My uncle John Nail, he only put me on the phone with
And this is such a such, nephew, tell me, what’s up?
Ain’t even ask about your man in Cali, growing up.
Fuck, I drink it all and I smash the bottle,
Self medicated numb, but imma feel it tomorrow.
It feel like pain and sorrow was like a second skin
But now that pain was gone I got my second win.
Only the strong live long, you better settle in,
I’m fighting for ever, I will never let the devil win.
1983, that’s when my journey begins,
I searched every word for stritting, only find it
This for me and my kid, still trying to live
Living life to the fullest ‘till I see you again
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