Young G Part Two
Young G II
my daddy was a son of a ***** married to an evil witch
long time ago let the truth be told my family was my dynasty
as a young G painting the town in my new Mustang with my girl
crossing the street and a blast a freek hit my ass
broken down falling apart at the seams such an evil scheme
my mother was a whore selling her junk in the trunk behind the liquor store
you know I had it rough this is so true but what was i to do
a loaded plate of fries down at Denny's i was broke living on pennys
still its the bounce of the ounce to the tower of power have to take a cold shower
although those many years have passed still have a god reason to grasp
poetry with music is my thing gets to start that new style swing
got vibrations in anticipation as I break it all down hanging my head as a clown
masturbation, apathy & solace
time has a way to deal with the pain leaving some suckers insane
say you want to be me in a society that never lets things be see you on the flip side squeeze
bury me in the sea of tranquility cause in tine you'll see a good enough reason to be
a big explosion inside yet we want to run away in hide from the frenzy
today we got politicians that no it all they need to talk to the wall
Now the Young G is full grown in his prime created by a higher powers great design
he made it through it all some high yet deep inside he got pain he cannot hide
come along for the ride
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