As i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize theres not much left
Cuz ive been blastin and laughin so long
That even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But i aint never crossed a man that didnt deserve it
He be treated like a punk, you know that son heard up
You better watch how you talkin and where you walkin
Or you and your homiez might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but i gotta, loc
As they cope, i see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Im the kinda g the little homiez wannabe like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light
I take a look at my life and realize theres not much left
Cuz ive been blastin and laughin so long
That even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But i aint never crossed a man that didnt deserve it
He be treated like a punk, you know that son heard up
You better watch how you talkin and where you walkin
Or you and your homiez might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but i gotta, loc
As they cope, i see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Im the kinda g the little homiez wannabe like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light
We've been spending most our lives
Living in the gangstas paradise
Hola Marta.
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Un saludo!
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