Life Goes On

they ask me why I'm always rapping about violence and if you ask yourself why is the preacher always preaching and if you ask me why should you give a fuck the way I was raised it wasn't a walk in the park dark and lonely streets when you can hear the sound of a gun beat that if you don't got your own heater who knows if you might make it through this cold winter I never had a father but the streets taught me how to be a man and to not fear no one self made rapper came from slanging dope From car chases becoming a rapper wasn't easy what the life I live I put it together machete started raising and I knew the sky's the limit Big Dreams mama caught me loading Up magazines she started crying. as I went past her room I seen her praying all that afternoon she knew her son was a real Gangsta it wasn't that baby that she used to carry in her arms now it was a grown man with a strap in his palm mama bought me a new pair of shoes she started realizing it as months passed by that I wasn't wearing them she realize that started dressing all in blue that young boys that is now a man gangbang she was asking in her prayers for her son to be the same again and that afternoon for the same mistake her son made he was started 2 getting older and older her Sons heart started getting colder those same members that killed her ended up all shot in the head in the back alley ran 2 the next corner where he found a stoner ask for his keys drove off that same men in the corner was the other thugs in the alley getaway vehicle that same night all men were reported dead all shot in the head