Young Man , One Life To Live
All you get is one life, one chance
nigga you don't get no advance
one pass, so you better make it last young man
but your decision was to move with the criminals
do what the killers do
follow the leader is what niggas do
In minimum little cousin you're penitentiary bound
even worse than the hearse just another mystery now
Wanna be a young thug, some "thug"
had a good job but he wanted to get rich quick so he slung drugs
You know the story
everybody want the gangster's glory
they wanna ball,they want it all they brains distorted
until the feds set up,and then that's when they vision get clearer
the man in the mirror done figured out that life is much realer
Police screens freeze, you pull your pistol and you squeeze
Plop Plop to his knees, he drops his 40 then he flees
Now the whole precinct chasing behind him
He better keep running cause if they find him
they going to remind him
got you bucking and ducking
100 miles and running they coming you better keep stomping
Aint no stopping, they aint bluffing
Cause they gonna lay you in a casket,
blast pass your head while you dashing through the alley
Should run for cover,
look that's helicopter they hover
realizing there were many different paths to Christ but now it's no time, for another
Realizing your either dead or in jail
Purgatory, Heaven or Hell
all of sudden you get hit and you remember,
you only have one life to live,
everything after that, it is what it is....................
Copyright © Michael Brunson | Year Posted 2010
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