01-04-2013, 10:30 AM
When i'm going through my worst nights,
I picture mama's smile, when she heard my birth cry,
recall the first night.
Dear son, life's gonna be a tough one,
you best don't be sloppy if you wanna get the job done.
Well mama now, my life has got me spread thin,
the only thing that they seem to care, is what i'm dressed in.
I think I rather have children's fun,
though as a kid I used to wonder why they build them guns.
Don't hate money, money is a funny friend.
They spent money on sins, I so no punishment.
I see AK forty-seven used, as a weapon,
I see hypocrites kissing ass trying to go to heaven.
I refuse to sing the phony tune,
in the only room that could see the lonely moon,
they just assume that,
it's hot at the noon but it's only June,
I question, how soon are we approaching doom?
Still got faith in my dear Lord,
I try to think about the good days to cheer for.
But Lord please tell me,
why do I keep seeing the good ones die,
and why let the poor ones cry, at the night?
Sipping on Hennessy,
dipping into memories of the tragedy where,
my friend deceased,
rest in peace.
they say life's cruel. a car slide through the sidewalk,
and on the same spot her mother died too.
my heart was torn i mourn,
our parents were friends, they watched us born,
but I'm pretty sure it's nothing compared,
to your daddy's pain,
to have raised a family in vain.
but you go no worries, girl, ur daddy is doing okay.
he was brave to face the vicissitudes of fate...
and I used to hate to go to sleep,
in my dream you scream,
you didn't really choose this way to leave.
They keep telling us, God's fair,
comprehend the reason why, Einstein did not believe that God cares.
Well I still have some to roll a fat one to feel like God's there.
A poem said, drink to your comrade's eyes,
here's a toast to the dead already,
and hurrah, for the next to die.
Can't forget about the flesh and bone, fuck,
another shot for the dead and gone.
I picture mama's smile, when she heard my birth cry,
recall the first night.
Dear son, life's gonna be a tough one,
you best don't be sloppy if you wanna get the job done.
Well mama now, my life has got me spread thin,
the only thing that they seem to care, is what i'm dressed in.
I think I rather have children's fun,
though as a kid I used to wonder why they build them guns.
Don't hate money, money is a funny friend.
They spent money on sins, I so no punishment.
I see AK forty-seven used, as a weapon,
I see hypocrites kissing ass trying to go to heaven.
I refuse to sing the phony tune,
in the only room that could see the lonely moon,
they just assume that,
it's hot at the noon but it's only June,
I question, how soon are we approaching doom?
Still got faith in my dear Lord,
I try to think about the good days to cheer for.
But Lord please tell me,
why do I keep seeing the good ones die,
and why let the poor ones cry, at the night?
Sipping on Hennessy,
dipping into memories of the tragedy where,
my friend deceased,
rest in peace.
they say life's cruel. a car slide through the sidewalk,
and on the same spot her mother died too.
my heart was torn i mourn,
our parents were friends, they watched us born,
but I'm pretty sure it's nothing compared,
to your daddy's pain,
to have raised a family in vain.
but you go no worries, girl, ur daddy is doing okay.
he was brave to face the vicissitudes of fate...
and I used to hate to go to sleep,
in my dream you scream,
you didn't really choose this way to leave.
They keep telling us, God's fair,
comprehend the reason why, Einstein did not believe that God cares.
Well I still have some to roll a fat one to feel like God's there.
A poem said, drink to your comrade's eyes,
here's a toast to the dead already,
and hurrah, for the next to die.
Can't forget about the flesh and bone, fuck,
another shot for the dead and gone.
