[Fiend]
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All I follow is the Jones as I reminisce
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Reminisce take chance as I remember this
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I was fifteen, anti fiend
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Never thought I'd make it to music as a dream
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All I had was Kevin and my momma Jackie
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The pen and pad, and I have a papi
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Taught up from the world, that you gots to be hard
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Shit, New Orleans is the city, I remember fightin over wars
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See, long before you give me the charge I beat my cause
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I'm a nigga no more or less surrounded by flaws
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I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts a few
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My days could be navy blue, and I'm a believe in you
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See I'm TRU, because my niggas keep me goin as well
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Droppin tears cause I'm the only one alive to tell
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And if I'm goin to hell, at least my life is enriched
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By keepin family beside me, and they accepted me as click
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Chorus
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And I'm a soldier in the world live me long
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Cause I a got my hustle on and I done done wrong
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No one understands me, neither do my family
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That's why I believe in you, to see my ass through, my god x2
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I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke
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My brother been gone for five years, and this is how I cope
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I hope, wishing and praying that myself be next
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My girl die straight innocent but because of a ex
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Got me vex drinkin, totin my gun under the moon
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And no matter how many bullets, bring her back no time soon
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I'm tired of departing with killing, all of my dogs bleedin
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Bodies every other day, on Washington and ?????
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Oh lord, I'm even scary to open obituaries
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Gettin mail from cemetaries stating that I'm buried
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Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same
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If I don't to see some rain, cause life is a strange pain
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Bullets don't carry names, but me, it's like short
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Now here on life support, from not the right support
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I hold your quote like the killer, but lose a G
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A small fee for what that nigga did to a family
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Chorus x2
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Shit, I'm a reminisce like this while I'm in a good state of mind
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Now I'll never low, truly knows in no greater time
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Down line, I've a lost some of my best partners
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Bullets pop us got em cause the rhyme, was it the coppers
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Now who is to blame, the hunted or the hunter
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Cope on his mind, much as I can and wonder
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Was my prayers to god injected or neglected
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Question the man if I can or respect it
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Serious, if just by my minutes, if us gone as begginers
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Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em
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My lord, you never suffer newborn, I'll guard your daughter
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Killing in my city like there's something in the water
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Why bother? Because Fiend's strandin heads then I'm gone
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And a soldier gonna survive till it's time to go home
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Now notice I'm a survivor
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My feelings go out to the families of G Slim, and Miss Michelle Tyler
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Chorus x4
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Live Me Long
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Fiend |