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By my early 14, I slang so much drugs
Hangin with the thigs
I learnt one thing: Do not trust
No1 but your self! Cuz its the lust
That will make you foe in your firend's eyes
Then came the bust! And my cousin dies!
Cuz he pulled a gun on the coppers
"No prison, no bars, no lockers
will hold me!"
Now the tomb-stone and his name on it is all I get to see
Everytime when I drop by, to his eternal hideout
That's where he rests in peace, forever a drug vout!
Rest in peace cousin!
You gave me guidance on the streetz!
This rhytm and rhyme, and a pray for your brave soul
until my heart beats!
Today after 6 years, again I am sheddin tears
Pourin liquor on your grave
This same date made me a modafuckin slave!
Why!?!? Why the fuck you had to be so brave?!
I can still see your son, on the cemetery, as he waves
Tryin to say "GOODBYE" as a tear glences in his eye
Anyway, there is somethin else you need to know
All your friends, them mothafuckas, are now my greatest foes
Them fuckin bitches, rolled over, turned to snitches!
Your closest homie on the highway, I can see him hitches!
The mothafucka's bustin out of town as soon as I grab my gown
Promesin your vengance, on a high tendance
I'm goin high for one last time
Raidin in the name of the son of the crime
Still holdin your fame as if your still in the game!
Посветено на мојот братучед кој мораше секогаш се да прави на свој начин. R.I.P.