Good Die Young

do you feel like a thug don't you know the good die young got your cap cocked to the side like you the only one that lives in this village where they be toating guns furious to believe that you've been wasting time once you where a boy having tonka times yesterday is gone because you carry two chrome nines everytime you say good bye wondering will this be the last time she looks into her baby eyes she despises the road you are willing to test wishing his father was here to deal with this mess because she is perplexed by the seed that sprung in the mind of his son to finish the work his pops left undone heavily invovled in the trickery in the streets got side tracked in the studio making swiss beats adamant about your activity staying swift on your feet keeping one step ahead never embracing the heat you marveled in the idea that you've never been put down tipping hennessey to your brothers who are six feet under ground odd to think your turn won't come soon as we stare at the moon the love is there-gave my soul to bare when i pour it out- do you even care I hope you do when the drama hit the fan I'll be alone too watching paramedics push air into your lungs as the coroner gives the time of death saying its a shame the good die so young