I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle I make mistakes but learn from every one And when it's said and done I bet this brother be a better one If I upset you dont stress Never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet |
I smoke blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my brains out. |
I' ve been shot five times but im still breathing living proof there a god if you need a reason. |
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward |
I'll probably be punished for hard living. |
I'm barely standin, bout to go pieces screaming PEACE! |
I'm doing this for the kid who truly leads a 'thug life' and thinks it's HOPELESS. |
I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin |
If we're all saying that rap is an artform then we gotta be more responsible for our lyrics. If you see everybody dying because of what you're saying, it don't matter that you didn't make them die, it just matters that you didn't save them. |
If you love something let it go. If it comes back to you it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was. |
If you walked by a street and as you was walking a concrete and you saw a rose growing from concrete, even if it had messed up petals and it was a little to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete. So way is it that when you see some ghetto kid grow out of the dirtiest circumstance and he can talk and he can sit across the room and make you cry, make you laugh, all you can talk about is my dirty rose, my dirty stems and how am leaning crooked to the side, u can't even see that I've come up from out of that. |
In my mind I'm a blind man doin time. |
In the event of my demise when my heart can beat no more I hope I die for a principle or a belief that I have lived for. |
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine? |
It's like if you plant something in the concrete and if it grow and the rose petal got all kinda scratches and marks, you ain't gonna say "damn, look at all the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from the concrete.." you gonna be like "DAMN! a ROSE grew from the CONCRETE?" |