Lives Valued at A Pittance
Done drank day-in to day-out and asked for more
Woke up, stayed-in, played-out around four
Had a rumble in my tummy which I chose to ignore,
And hit the spot blazin' haze 'n wildin out full bore -
But that was way back when
I was accustomed to jackin,
Frequent ho mackin -
Thug Life Passion
Crashin
For a moment just to do it again,
The cipher sacrament our only atonement for the sins
We'd only ride with our kin
Solemn belief in crew love
All us against the world
Livin the lives of Tru thugs
And ya, we knew blood
Ran cheap like kool-aid
So we respected those who took
And shit on those who paid
But I was coming of age
And wasn't destined for that -
Most of those people are locked up
Crackheaded or capped,
While I'm about to wrap
Up my first degree,
And I'm from a way of life to once a month
With the sticky gree’
And its so sad to me
That it was all a huge waste
Altho I'm thankful for the memories i've got and the Screw Face
But I don't pour a taste of every drink that i crack
Because they can't taste it where they are and They not coming back
So instead I stay on track to push an Ac
Fully legal
And further I leave the gat where its at and Avoid evil
Cuz Eagles only fly if they live to get older,
And for each one that dies I get a little bit colder,
My hatred for the system has gone from chip to boulder
So I can barely hold the weight as its pushing down my shoulders
But I -
Persevere for the ones who aren't here and the
Ones who won't get out for like 10 to 20 years
So I go heavy on the beers -
You'll never feel my pain:
I got a broken heart, bad eyes, and i'm legally insane
So don’t try to get in my brain
It’s a dark dangerous void –
And yes - the look you see in my eyes is paranoid
And yes – I may snap from being mildly annoyed
My poise
Stems from knowing that I’m an instrument of vengeance
The sword in the hands of all lives valued at a pittance
They should have given me a life sentence
For now we’ll claim remittance,
I’ll not stand with bound hands while my brothers remain victims.
Description:
Oh you know how it goes - first nostalgia takes you, then sadness, and finally self-righteousness.
Woke up, stayed-in, played-out around four
Had a rumble in my tummy which I chose to ignore,
And hit the spot blazin' haze 'n wildin out full bore -
But that was way back when
I was accustomed to jackin,
Frequent ho mackin -
Thug Life Passion
Crashin
For a moment just to do it again,
The cipher sacrament our only atonement for the sins
We'd only ride with our kin
Solemn belief in crew love
All us against the world
Livin the lives of Tru thugs
And ya, we knew blood
Ran cheap like kool-aid
So we respected those who took
And shit on those who paid
But I was coming of age
And wasn't destined for that -
Most of those people are locked up
Crackheaded or capped,
While I'm about to wrap
Up my first degree,
And I'm from a way of life to once a month
With the sticky gree’
And its so sad to me
That it was all a huge waste
Altho I'm thankful for the memories i've got and the Screw Face
But I don't pour a taste of every drink that i crack
Because they can't taste it where they are and They not coming back
So instead I stay on track to push an Ac
Fully legal
And further I leave the gat where its at and Avoid evil
Cuz Eagles only fly if they live to get older,
And for each one that dies I get a little bit colder,
My hatred for the system has gone from chip to boulder
So I can barely hold the weight as its pushing down my shoulders
But I -
Persevere for the ones who aren't here and the
Ones who won't get out for like 10 to 20 years
So I go heavy on the beers -
You'll never feel my pain:
I got a broken heart, bad eyes, and i'm legally insane
So don’t try to get in my brain
It’s a dark dangerous void –
And yes - the look you see in my eyes is paranoid
And yes – I may snap from being mildly annoyed
My poise
Stems from knowing that I’m an instrument of vengeance
The sword in the hands of all lives valued at a pittance
They should have given me a life sentence
For now we’ll claim remittance,
I’ll not stand with bound hands while my brothers remain victims.
Description:
Oh you know how it goes - first nostalgia takes you, then sadness, and finally self-righteousness.
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