When I Go
We all gotta go some time I ain't worried
therfore no ones eyes should be blurried
Let the tears fall for the living when I pass
Hit the party hennesey fillin' da glass
Homies let da grr spill in da ally
remember half and half with pepsi and da henne
shot out to the partnas from the old school
Even though we parted we'll always be cool
The game claim our lives and it's to bad
live my life through it and now I'm goin mad
Tryna get What I think I got coming
(make my riches)
Sendin every other brother runnin'
(I don't care)
and I heard all the gunshots ringing
Now I'm in the casket hearin choirs singing
laid to rest with the fairest kinda flowers
six feet deep nurished by the Portland showers
Copyright © Christopher Williams | Year Posted 2005
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