Saturday, August 1, 2009

My Moe



My nigga smooth on a track

Damn, is he a man who sells his soul for a bitch who killed his fam?

Now he walk the streets, no marching fleet, nigga go ‘Damn’

Yeh he took all the bullshit but never market his spot

He kept running, kept learning but never hocked a heart

And he got played too many times, life before was a life looked fine

But fine ain’t a feeling like lying ain’t stealing

Yeh I’m feeling for a fag whose life is killing

And shit’s so weird but he ain’t dealing

He lost his chances and now ‘he is so her bitch’

His hood turned against him and they scream ‘ya a dead snitch’

Hop ‘n’ woes, he was an opportunist

Selling crack stacking mills on a room full of hoes

How can he stay so faithful in a room full of dough?

Life can change in a split sec yo, don’t you know?

Let’s grow, my moe

World is grilling, now he got 2 kids and their faces fill him

They don’t know that their daddy’s a thug but that’s a shame that kills him

We are all made of dust and sand, there ain't no start and there ain’t no end

Just when you know some, it’s when you blow some so why pretend?

When the moon shines the clouds turn grey
The time that’s gone an’t gonna tell him to play
Every night and then some keeps his hands up
Some shit left in his head keeps fucking his plans up

The graves don’t talk to u so u stand,
Waiting for the rain to stop so u can raise ur hand
Pass on like the time just to wait for a rhyme
When love can dilute then there an’t a reason to travel time

Time turns slow when the pain is deep
Why my little nigga’s waiting for others to weep
They say time comes for everyone, time is no god
If he still shines on em, his presence would still be a doubt
you know, how can he be so faithful

It’s time to grow

My moe



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