Fiend]

All I follow is the Jones as I reminisce

Reminisce take chance as I remember this

I was fifteen anti fiend

Never thought I'd make it to music as a dream

All I had was Kevin and my momma Jackie

The pen and pad and I have a papi

Taught up from the world that you gots to be hard

Shit New Orleans is the city I remember fightin over wars

See long before you give me the charge I beat my cause

I'm a nigga no more or less surrounded by flaws

I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts a few

My days could be navy blue, and I'm a believe in you

See I'm TRU, because my niggas keep me goin as well

Droppin tears cause I'm the only one alive to tell

And if I'm goin to hell, at least my life is enriched

By keepin family beside me, and they accepted me as click

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And I'm a soldier in the world live me long

Cause I a got my hustle on and I done done wrong

No one understands me, neither do my family

That's why I believe in you, to see my ass through, my god x2

I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke

My brother been gone for five years, and this is how I cope

I hope, wishing and praying that myself be next

My girl die straight innocent but because of a ex

Got me vex drinkin, totin my gun under the moon

And no matter how many bullets, bring her back no time soon

I'm tired of departing with killing, all of my dogs bleedin

Bodies every other day, on Washington and ?????

Oh lord, I'm even scary to open obituaries

Gettin mail from cemetaries stating that I'm buried

Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same

If I don't to see some rain, cause life is a strange pain

Bullets don't carry names, but me, it's like short

Now here on life support, from not the right support

I hold your quote like the killer, but lose a G

A small fee for what that nigga did to a family

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Shit, I'm a reminisce like this while I'm in a good state of mind

Now I'll never low, truly knows in no greater time

Down line, I've a lost some of my best partners

Bullets pop us got em cause the rhyme, was it the coppers

Now who is to blame, the hunted or the hunter

Cope on his mind, much as I can and wonder

Was my prayers to god injected or neglected

Question the man if I can or respect it

Serious, if just by my minutes, if us gone as begginers

Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em

My lord, you never suffer newborn, I'll guard your daughter

Killing in my city like there's something in the water

Why bother? Because Fiend's strandin heads then I'm gone

And a soldier gonna survive till it's time to go home

Now notice I'm a survivor

My feelings go out to the families of G Slim, and Miss Michelle Tyler

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