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He could see himself just fighting, homies dying, bitches spying
Round' the corner niggas buying
Triggers flyings, too many mamas cryings,
Cause their sons don't get to see the sun, I got a,
A ton of weight on my chest, bible open on the dresser, faith in God
But still I stress, hate it but I guess
Life ain't meant to be perfect, and my city's a mess
I wake up and get dressed for the day ahead
With the only hope to come back to my bed
Mislead young, writing poems with the lead
So much red, you would think the Phillies made it to October
Happy mama raised some soldiers, and we know right from wrong
You and dad did it right, fed us good, made us strong
But we still in the hood, where they blast back and forth like its ping-pong
Clips shooting movies, and the hollow tips singing songs
Said I flip it
Ain't no Bruce Lee shit, but we used to kick it
All inside the trenches
Yeah I miss it
In my mental with a pencil, who gone be my mentor when I get a vision
I see another fork in the road but I just split it
And we packing all this heat like it's a wish list
Too much red in the snow, this ain't no Christmas
Bullets flying at domes I guess they missed us, yeah they missed us
Look
We just teaching, they don't listen
Heads turn when the sirens glisten
Long nights, but we do it for the vision
Christian, John, Reek, missing, but we stay focused up on the mission
Clementine nights, orange skies where we stay
Stray bullets fly, Sunday mourning we pray
Pour one out, do it twice
Cause they'll never get to see these days
Listen
Sick and tired, uninspired at times I wanna do right
That's it
Left some behind, skid marks from the tires
In the dark we shine bright, I gotta fight
Quite too close to the edge, brothers pushing weight for children's plates
The bar too high for niggas that live too short
Chasin' green, it ain't Shrek, blow the whistle, get the ref
Two-Fifteen, want my respect
June
Said I flip it
Ain't no Bruce Lee shit, but we used to kick it
All inside the trenches
Yeah I miss it
In my mental with a pencil, who gone be my mentor when I get a vision
I see another fork in the road but I just split it
And we packing all this heat like it's a wish list
Too much red in the snow, this ain't no Christmas
Bullets flying at domes I guess they missed us
Yeah they missed us