Its my 22nd birthday but I can’t stand it because the only person I want to celebrate it with is my best friend. And he just died. Really I don’t know what to even do today. There is nothing to do.
And I don’t know how to tell people I don’t want to see you, please stop calling me.
This is my third tattoo, that I got done a little over a month ago in Houston, Texas at Texas Body Art by Justin! totally happy with it and cant go to any other artist now!
The game been good and all the hoes lazy in the wood, I done rose the dome on 80 inch’s of chrome, but I don’t condone the way I live my life like a young Al Capone, leave me alone play with my piece I leave you deceased, I touch down in the city the crime rate increase. You ain’t gotta be in the streets I’m the king of the sheets.
Oh, no, man, I feel weird
I’m trying to get the motherfucking fuck out of here
Before there’s flowers here
And sour tears
I’m looking forward to knowing how power feels
Powerful, power is knowledge
They sum up my life with my four years of college
I know first-hand words is money
I learned they coded language, observed these dummies
Feel bummy and crummy with no food up in your tummy
So I’m like funny how while I teach you sunnys something
Apparently, if your parents be the sons of important parents,
it’s a parody
It’s a cakewalk
It’s collusion
It’s a lot of big words, it’s confusin’
It’s hard to go to college when they profit off of jailing
Give a fuck about rent if you can’t make bail
The coded language, they call that law
Himanshu in the corner with the Bobby Brown jaw
They said “Bobby Brown fault”
Who knows what Bobby Brown saw?
Bobby Brown Jindal never lobby brown cause
I don’t care if you think I’m cool
Have the shoot with the pool
I challenge fools and dudes
And damage ‘em, rude and cruel
A savage and stupid dude
Who managed to cram in school
A scavenger with no tool
Who’ll handle and ravage you
Do you even know what a u-lock is? Bolt cutters don’t do that.
Tell tweakers in Eugene, OR that bolt cutters don’t cut U-Locks.
“Ain’t enough gangstas on the motherfuckin globe, to murder any witness an anyone who’s ever told” - A-Wax be the realest G in the bay.
Nothing could atone for the pain you’ve endured
The blood you shed is still stained in your valour
You took your wealth and knowledge and gave it to the poor
Only to discover that your savior’s manure
Accepted me as kin, put before your younger brother
They put a lot on us hardly knowin one another
I honestly can say that over time I’ve come to love you
Now we are brothers and together no one can touch us
It haunts me with regret I never met your baby girl
She’s an angel on your shoulder helpin us to save the world
This musical marriage is no coincedence
So my mama to me baby we shall have deliverance
So we say
I’ve been travelin for some time
With my fishin pole and my bottle of shine
On these long dark dusty roads
Lookin there’s nowhere to go
I guess I gotta hide away, far away
Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way
I gotta hide away, far away
Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way
