Snow Beach

People sometimes don't care, they don't - They they're so busy with themselves They're so busy growing So busy trying to be something And they forget Until something tragic happens in their lives Until they lose somebody or they Lose something in their life They say, "why didn't I do the right thing? Why didn't I say what I Always wanted to say?" I'm trying to say it now while I am alive I was taught to die with my Boots on my enemy's throat Not slumped over in my wife's Lap like Kennedy's dome But you don't get to choose Death unless your serenity's broke Loss of suicidal hanging from Your sanity's rope So we live like the shadow of death Is upon us to the fullest fuck with us You'll go from full of shit To full of bullets We the masters of the darkest of arts In the shroud of the shadow Till the hellfire is sparked The revolution will be classified This song is programmed to self-destruct See you in the afterlife See you in the promised land Of milk and honey where we kill for money Where every hundred dollar bill is Stained with guilt and bloody Where every single truth is tainted by lies Where every pistol shoot hatred like The blaze in the sky Composed like a symphony Orchestrating the crimes Spraying the nine, explode instantly Taking what's mine la Coka Nostra fleece Exclusive like Snow Beach Shooters with chrome heat 40-Belows and gold teeth Rather turn in my grave than Turn into a slave Committing murders in a haze Empty these burners in your face, homie Coka Soldier fatigues Exclusive like Snow Beach Shooters with chrome heat 40-Belows and gold teeth Fillets of black, spilling militant rap Buck 'em have 'em kicking the bucket Like a Gilligan hat Polo loco on my torso, know no one before me Stutter Step 6, stumbling with a stogie I'm Obi Wan Kenobi and a Ralph Lauren Snow Beach Monogamous mostly, condom glowing Eighty-eight, Daisy Age, pot holes Grumpy cut, low scarf, fly lows Chronologic objects, gossip with the goblins Cottage where the God is Gunning by the garbage Knowledge is infinite, militant, dividends Different, wear slippers by Michelin Groups in they group, minute made soup This ain't my debut, niggas ain't new La Coka Nostra, gorra cola conga All my nieces look like Dora Dora Double L general, thirsty Puerto Rican No mercy worth me Knock your fucking teeth in I rock the Polo hoodie while I lay tracks with Marco Lay sacks till my fingertips Darker than choco Used to hang around Puerto-Rocks Calling me Flacko Saying, "Uno ocho siete" on An undercover narco Early on it was apparent I was Off to a wack start Born with yellow teeth, red eyes And a black heart but things changed, homie Now I got a black card American Express, pushing heroin for less Packing metal in this bitch I'm the Devil in the flesh Yeah, my attitude, it stinks But I've never been as fresh I'm the bad guy that they ain't Got the evidence to get The dollar's in the toilet and The president is dead Said the world ain't got no Skies, look at Heaven, is it red? Triple sixes follow me I'm banging sevens in my bed I'm a Christian, listen to me Hang a reverend by his head Dangled by his neck Tangled in my fucking spider web I'm an alpha male Put a gun in the mouth of men Up inside the Polo ranch and Knocking off a Ralph Lauren I'm a low life, left my old life The green white with a gold stripe Old type with the OE I'm a OG that you don't like