Take it back to my years as a juvenile
poppa's high, from smoking dope,
just look at his eyes
me and my lil homies, walking the streets
recognize the real from the phonies, true women from the tricks
watching ol folks, sipping from a coke bottle,
in the liquor shop, we scoping em
drop low, i hit da window, it rattled!!
we take off running, in the opposite direction
Even 2day, I still fear being my pops own reflection
scrambled thoughts, my every thought is clouded
sleepless nights, Dear lord!!
don't know why cant i sleep
don't let me suffer any longer
how long will i last
how did it come to this, sitting here
hand on my head as i reminisce.
I WROTE THESES LYRICS TO THIS BEAT
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a great write thank you for sharing
maralisa
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