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(Mega feed through the mind like... ... yeah, yo.) Splash thoughts on a page Cigarettes be like, batteries when I need to write All play nice, 'til the sun comes up Tryin' to come up with flows over drums While we love blowin' dro's Hard to get by, with a pocket full of chromes In a facade, where everybody try the cane And need to, no jokin' Now, ironies of life, got me tryin' to quit smokin' While I'm smokin', goin' through the motions Stay floatin', keep the head above waters All types of emotions Knowin' the best ain't, is to maintain Streets is framed, spoke tryin' to peep our game: How we played Puttin' down bets, down the begs Surrounded by effects Feelin' like; soon everything's gonna be all right Better tomorrows No time for sorrow Keep it up Got to stay up... ... I'll pray for us... Songtexte (You know what we can do and what we can't do? What we can say and what we can't say? I don't know that anymore... ... So I'm in a position that The only thing that I can say about that is: Fuck it!) ... Stay focused Even when things seem hopeless Time movin' so quick Fall back, and see it all in slow-motion Head all over the place; what a mess Give my best through the complication Event new ideas and innovate keys Our future - generations Dependin' on a stremph of role models Sons that grew up without fathers All wasn't bard, but, still tryin' to bill harder Put in work, life is worth More than the problems we let bather us Through petty arguments Parents startle, of their young ones Goin' out in the dark, better give them truth Before they find out for themselves And can't get through it But we learn, mad of how we was raised In the race, from a little to a lot Out of the game, makin' no matter What those that didn't understand had to say... (I don't think they really understand what they're doing I think they're so hung up on maintaining their positions That the only way that people could deal with this... ... Is to take it in the streets.) ... 'Cuz we, been through the struggle Now we tryin' to come through Talkin' about life, and moms - how I love you Past days full of stress, cigarettes and licks Piss, but I can't get sick Gotta stay up, pray for us See 'em brighter days Smiles on our face Sometimes I want to get away Stay and lookin' up at the heavens Devine minds, devisualise the seven Within concealed sins Came from the bottom of the bin; puttin' in bed And everybody got mad jokes Growth, gang with hopes At the end of our ropes Cats laugh with their folks Never let problems fade you Know, everything true, everyday true Aus Songtexte Mania