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Stuck

(الألبوم: Hell At The Beach - 2010)


Mom's still tripping, Pops won't listen
War still wanted baby, Mom's still bitching
Middle of the field, on the mouth still pitching
Dominic Dogs in the kitchen, the raw still flipping
Fresh pair of Timbs, new pair of shoes
Rules ain't a [?] got the swag on cruise
Street still calling and, yeah I still answer
The hood still wearing on my body, it's a cancer

Bloods still popping and, Crips still cracking and
Cops wanna do me but, shit still happening
Every other day another robbery, another hommy
That first number still 34 body
I was eight when I saw my first shotty
Mommy raised, so it's happy Fathers Day to my Mommy
The good die young, then I'm prolly gone live long
My Grandma prayed like I never did shit wrong
And just knowing that, rubbed me the wrong way
But I'm a witness that, prayer go a long way
I see long days, I had worse dreams
Broad day a nigga got flipped I was 13
Now should I run or cry right there
He was my age, my God I let him die right there
I don't understand the physics to this life shit
Set my gun down and pick up something to write with
See it's the small stuff, shit can get crazy
Skeletons in my closet, hope the families forgave me
I don't glorify nothing that 'am talking 'bout
I just talk about what niggas won't talk about
See I'm looking for a change like Barack
Yeah my president is Black but, so is my guap, llay the block
And try to stay away from the box
The ones covered with [?] ones with the lock
Money power respect, learned that from the Lox
Every man for himself learned that from my pops
Keep your, enemies close, stay away from the cops
Press your bust pipes, even your friends'll pop
You know a real nigga never gon' sell on you
[?] you 50 years, a frog don' tell on you
If you my cuz, no problem taking a shell for you
Might sound crazy, but I'll squat down and hail for you
But I could give a fuck about retaliation
Just watch my seed give flowers at her graduation
You tell her Daddy good, but tell her Daddy gone
Make sure my Momma straight, carry on
Anybody should have your back, your man should
I feel stuck, I'm like a motor in this damn hood

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