Lyrics:
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old dropped in the good location
I'm way too young to be feeling this hurt
I let you go ‘cause you wasting my time
You ‘pose to always stay by my side
I thought we really had
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
eleven years old dropped in the good
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your
of the benefit he had to get.
He really did not know much about her background (he never really liked her family too), he had thought she was the daughter
nobody know this but God, so much for secrets huh
Big bootie Private Booking all ct the Parking lot
(Check that ass)
Passers By Wonder Why
How a skinny
the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that
So real when we drop this shit its in trouble
When I guess the pair you gotta ship it
batter
But I swung too early now look what happened huh
This some new shit
This that rip speakers in two shit
This that don't care
Make you move shit
Too
You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn
they ain't dream-chasing
Nigguhs Playing too much, neither for keeps nor for staying
This industry gets me nauseous and at times I feel
Like listeners
line?
Why I feel like I — damn
Tell me, why life changed the pipeline?
I'm so young I ain't even hit my prime
Why I feel like I'm losin' my damn mind?
and smokin'
Hopin' for hope, but I'm hopeless
Too much distractions, I'm losin' my focus
Too much pain, can barely notice the beauty of things
Too much
head somewhere in the clouds
You know how I play (Yelp), young nigga trying win man
Forreal bitch that's too close
To tell the truth bitch I think yo
success
Am I old enough yet to be able to confess
That I live a life that's fully powered by stress
They say you're too young to understand
What these
is tip top and never flip-flop
Why? 'Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own, 'cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated, all these
to pack crack in your jaws
The rose out of concrete stands out most
That’s a miracle below that sun
Man it feels good just to be this close
But the journey
But this is where I'm from
3-2-1 I can't cum
No other way
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
To the fullest young nigga
Brother too young to say damn this life
A brother too young to battle those kinda fights
A brother too young to think about the afterlife so much
Too young
old me, same old g
Same old sony waterproof walkman always playing the same cd
College dropout, timeless, time is not on my side but feel it
I'm in it
everything I got
I'm too too busy, I'm about to pop
Yo, yo, tell me when I'm done bro
This shit's way too much bro
Degree's something heavy
Damn If I ain't
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
too much love
Why can’t it be this way always
Cut the check four ways
One to me, one to spirit,
And 2 for the old me
He took me the whole way
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
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