Street Life
Click click boom and your brothers gone
Sittin at his funeral knowin he aint’ do nuthin wrong
Was just at the wrong place at the wrong time aint know where to start
Messed around, got 3 bullets to his heart
Grandma on a breathing machine
Take all her breath just to tell you she loves you, make you wanna scream
Scream and pray to God why you?
How to get out of it, what you gotta do?
Sleeping with ak’s and pistols under your bed
Cause you never know whats going through these sick peoples heads
Auntie Cindy just found out she got a STD
Daddy out to kill that hustler when could he be?
All this weight on your shoulders cant even sleep
Im far from hood but understand he streets, call on me
10.21.10
Copyright © Jazmyn Elliott | Year Posted 2011
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