killahresh
12-08-07, 07:31 PM
thug soldered to the game
wonderin can he mantain
the trade off can make a man insane
cause you bring your best, but instead you stay the same
and then question the game that showed you the range
that showed you the ice and showed you the change
showed you the whip, switchin lanes in the rain
magical, sorta like david blaine
came on this earth like an angel and you landed on the block,
then started huggin the block
till your heart started to rot
at first you couldnt handle the block
the mind games made you wish you was not
but the pockets were empty,
just a pound that you needed to empty
inject into the hood, and now you makin plenty
help out with the rent, but your moms still getting bent
and you getting worried, cause your little sister gets sent to her grandmas
yet your grandpa is always gettin bent
you scared of the influences, and scared of the future
you bump up your game, cause money gets through to ya
your friends turn their backs and they screwin ya
but you choose the tough way out
cause you were born a thug, no way your lifes movin south
you bust your way out
you sit on the porch and dream of the better days
you refuse to stay put in a cage
your mind intertwined with a sage
only chill with men who on the same page
the weed smokes got you in a daze
and your girl complains that you dont come out for days
but the block is hot, plus dirty cops cleanin out shops
and bustin your chops
you dont take risks, cause theres always snitches who suck c*ck
livin life on the edge, but thats just the block
wonderin can he mantain
the trade off can make a man insane
cause you bring your best, but instead you stay the same
and then question the game that showed you the range
that showed you the ice and showed you the change
showed you the whip, switchin lanes in the rain
magical, sorta like david blaine
came on this earth like an angel and you landed on the block,
then started huggin the block
till your heart started to rot
at first you couldnt handle the block
the mind games made you wish you was not
but the pockets were empty,
just a pound that you needed to empty
inject into the hood, and now you makin plenty
help out with the rent, but your moms still getting bent
and you getting worried, cause your little sister gets sent to her grandmas
yet your grandpa is always gettin bent
you scared of the influences, and scared of the future
you bump up your game, cause money gets through to ya
your friends turn their backs and they screwin ya
but you choose the tough way out
cause you were born a thug, no way your lifes movin south
you bust your way out
you sit on the porch and dream of the better days
you refuse to stay put in a cage
your mind intertwined with a sage
only chill with men who on the same page
the weed smokes got you in a daze
and your girl complains that you dont come out for days
but the block is hot, plus dirty cops cleanin out shops
and bustin your chops
you dont take risks, cause theres always snitches who suck c*ck
livin life on the edge, but thats just the block