Lyrics:
like a game of blackjack
And I'm never hitting 21 never
Been so close to anyone
But sometimes this ain't any fun
So now I'm on my tip
Toes walking
(Many times upon a time, told many times over, by the many people affected)
(There was a young child, with a story behind 'em)
(But this right here,
was young
Hard-living sarcastic sharp-tongued son
Of a gun and I am my father's son
By 1981, Dad's life had grown messy
Then a woman named Ramona came
one
You got a gun, okay, you not the only one
My lil' brother got killed, he not the only one
Heard that fuck, nigga, hey, he not the only one
I swear
living savage
So grab that gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light that shit, grab that stick
Grab that brick, throw it
It's time to riot if you
of you
(No!) Left broken
(No!) Unspoken
This disease has me by the throat and it won't let me go
(No!) Disaster
(No!) This cancer
It all has me by
Walking down madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun
Walking down madison - swear I never had a gun
I
Walking down madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun
Walking down madison - swear I never had a gun
I
retired at 21, where's the fun gone?
Pop into the store, psilocybin is kicking in
[Hook]
I don't know where I'm walking
But I don't care, cause my future
dat he's there
He stepped out the car, Kyla sleepin' in the chair
He sees a bag of bodies walking in his direction
Shiro's real scared, man he can't
probably die
I live by God I got these guns
You test your luck I’ll bet you die
We called that a boy
Survivor
He toot that pole on the road
This ain’t fa
good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God lay
lookin' for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand
I went out walking with a Bible and a gun
The word
flexin
I know she quick to suck a dick
So we ain't kissin
I ate a shroom went to the moon
Shit had me trippin
Bumped yo bitch walking
Quit the talking
Girlfriend 21 it was wrong but so much fun
I had to go her Daddy had a gun
Farewell 21
Love by the numbers one two three
Add em up and it's not enough
a freak
Psychopath also bleeds
I'm a product of the streets
Raised by society
Hype, hype, like shit
This shit be giving me thrills
20, 21 mills
Don't wanna
with a Glock in the hills[02:21.92]Pop out with Glocks harassed by cops but I ain't lookin' to kill[02:24.62]I just wanna get rich and buy my mama
of light[00:17.69]Covered wagons formed in a circle 'til[00:21.71]the stars disappear in the dawn's early light[00:28.50]The horses are tethered, the kids sleepin'
tho[00:23.23]I like bein by myself too much know you hear the dial tone[00:26.67]It's not on purpose I Feel furthest from the milestone[00:30.06]I'm gonna work so
that's hollow
No tomorrow
Is promised to no one
To be an authentic person
Takes one to know one
Which one are you ?
One or two ?
21 gun salute
21 bullets
Everyday struggling with addiction, the perks to addicting, my brains contemplating, suicide
No one by my side, last girl left me all alone, thought
bitches can't pin me down to shit
Business owner
Don't try that shit
Bitch I went legit
21 years old
Already pay my own rent
Since I did it by myself
I'm
through the institution
Fighting the cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only 2-1 cells
Six by eight, forty-eight square feet,
will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure
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