perhaps I was addicted to the darkside
somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
and even though we both came from the same graces
the money and the fame made us all switch places
how could it be through the misery that came to pass
the hard times make a true friend afraid to ask
for currency but you can run to me when you needin
I'll never leave always be someone to believe in as you can see
it's a small thing though it's true what could I do
real homies help you get through and come anew
he'd do the same thing if he could
cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
half the time we be actin up they call the cops
bring a cease to the peace that was on my block
it never stops when my momma ask me will it change
I tell her yeah but its clear it will always be the same
until the end of time
please lord forgive me for my life of sin
my hard stare seems to scare all my sisters kids
so you know i aint hang around the house much
this all nigt money makin got me outta touch
aint flashed a smile in a long while
an unexpected birth worthless a ghetto child
my attitude got me walkin solo
ride out alone in my lo lo
watchin the whole world move in slow mo
for quiet times disappear n listen to the ocean
smokin ports ignore them thoughts, then its back to coastin
who can I trust in this cold world
my phony homie had a baby by my old girl
but I aint trippin Im a player I aint sweatin him
I sexed his sister made her mumble like a mexican
his next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
besides rappin only thing I ever did good was scrappin
until the end of time
somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
and even though we both came from the same graces
the money and the fame made us all switch places
how could it be through the misery that came to pass
the hard times make a true friend afraid to ask
for currency but you can run to me when you needin
I'll never leave always be someone to believe in as you can see
it's a small thing though it's true what could I do
real homies help you get through and come anew
he'd do the same thing if he could
cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
half the time we be actin up they call the cops
bring a cease to the peace that was on my block
it never stops when my momma ask me will it change
I tell her yeah but its clear it will always be the same
until the end of time
please lord forgive me for my life of sin
my hard stare seems to scare all my sisters kids
so you know i aint hang around the house much
this all nigt money makin got me outta touch
aint flashed a smile in a long while
an unexpected birth worthless a ghetto child
my attitude got me walkin solo
ride out alone in my lo lo
watchin the whole world move in slow mo
for quiet times disappear n listen to the ocean
smokin ports ignore them thoughts, then its back to coastin
who can I trust in this cold world
my phony homie had a baby by my old girl
but I aint trippin Im a player I aint sweatin him
I sexed his sister made her mumble like a mexican
his next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
besides rappin only thing I ever did good was scrappin
until the end of time




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