So throw your hands up in the air like. You tryna hold on to dear life. Whenever near fights, where motherfuckers like to bear knives. Because to live has got rare price. You shouldn't wage yours, On the silly of the moment. ...nooo Or be knocking on them grave doors. With them motherfuckers, who do not know what lifes worth So mama wouldnt say I regret that I birthed. My brother, to be thy tougher, is not always proper. So keep it safe when moving in them streets yeah. We're choosing just to feed. And keeping off the beef right. As pussy as it seems, it's quick to get the heat dead. If it's fire on the right, mr meek is gonna seek left. Yes he's keeping up the seat belt, and incase there is a crash, at least he didn't meet death. and In my bed is where I'd sleep at. Cos I recall, the tale of a boy- that I once knew. That was brave as a member of a gun crew. That wouldn't wait but let the punch through. It should be soon when he becomes news. Cos if you playoff in the fire, you get evaporated in these parts. There isnt much love in these hearts. The pressure to make through day defeats us. Thirsting for bill, that says eliminate what impedes us. So_ even brothers enemies, it reeks the kinda energy that looms, and alleys fullor-doom. Yet in the dark, we trap under moon. Keeping it uptight, and running along the rules.