Where legends are born.
Where odd is not quite even,
Yet six rings happens.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Say Goodbye
9th grade, yellow bus, LSD driver.
Sitting next to your best friend,
Probably wishing the moment would last forever.
Fatality strikes, nail with a hammer.
10th grade, wet road, faulty brakes.
Your Daddy driving you and her home,
Celebrated your birthday with your favorite cake.
Then BOOM...you're all gone.
11th grade, homecoming, loaded gun.
You needed a date, she said no.
Life isnt much fun.
Took the glock, slipped the lock, NO!
12th grade, football, bad decisions.
Took the truck out for a last spin,
You used to throw the ball with precision,
But this final choice was a dead end.
There's never a right time to say goodbye.
Sitting next to your best friend,
Probably wishing the moment would last forever.
Fatality strikes, nail with a hammer.
10th grade, wet road, faulty brakes.
Your Daddy driving you and her home,
Celebrated your birthday with your favorite cake.
Then BOOM...you're all gone.
11th grade, homecoming, loaded gun.
You needed a date, she said no.
Life isnt much fun.
Took the glock, slipped the lock, NO!
12th grade, football, bad decisions.
Took the truck out for a last spin,
You used to throw the ball with precision,
But this final choice was a dead end.
There's never a right time to say goodbye.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Street Life to B.L.
Boom boom gun trigger,
Ya white shirt turn wetter.
Red stains cant remove it,
Death stings cant refuse it.
This isnt glorified livin,
This destroys conscious thinkin.
Wakin up every day lookin for the dollar,
Straight chillin waiting for a job to holla.
Get bored, get dressed, get strapped,
Get throwed, get wild, get wasted.
Get aggresive, get tossed, get shot,
Got killed, got buried, got forgot.
Boom boom gun trigger,
Ya white shirt turn wetter.
Red stains cant remove it,
Death stings cant refuse it.
Life turns from choices
Thank God for voices,
To remind and remember
Life is precious.
Ya white shirt turn wetter.
Red stains cant remove it,
Death stings cant refuse it.
This isnt glorified livin,
This destroys conscious thinkin.
Wakin up every day lookin for the dollar,
Straight chillin waiting for a job to holla.
Get bored, get dressed, get strapped,
Get throwed, get wild, get wasted.
Get aggresive, get tossed, get shot,
Got killed, got buried, got forgot.
Boom boom gun trigger,
Ya white shirt turn wetter.
Red stains cant remove it,
Death stings cant refuse it.
Life turns from choices
Thank God for voices,
To remind and remember
Life is precious.
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