Yo, I'm used to.. cold to the right, hot to the left,
Turn them on, let the warm water run on my chest
and wash away the stress.
I swear to my mama she die a happy woman on my very last breath.
Lookin back, reminisin'- how many have left us
OGs who used to squeeze with the best touch.
Hold they chrome, and hold they own. It's messed up,
Now a nigga livin' through his ancestas.
Saukrates - 23, turnin' like 45 in a year,
I'm cravin' for the days when I'm out in the clear...
you know, livin'.
I might, sacrifice my life but I won't give in.
Until we spokes has bin in, and my home is chilled out,
and ain't dealin with no less than half a million.
In a crib on some acres, and half these children.
Livin' the life they deserve and just fake realism.
I hit you with the wisom, you ain't with it
then kiss 'em -- THE NUTS.
If you dissin, watch me from a distance.
I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibrate.
The things that we contemplate, when we comin up...
Keep this rap shit tight **AIGHT**.


Imagine the day that's black forever,
waitin' for the sun to come up.
As hard as you try, it's a lie
you can't change the weather.
Maybe I should stop giving a fuck.
*Plus* You bin tellin me that life goes on,
but as this rap star trek belongs.
You start wonderin' what else could go wrong..
*All you can do is sing your song* in the pockets nigga.

Nigga life time journey to the me, these endless questions,
they play my dome-piece.. like:
What am I do with all the groupies that I meet?
Will I turn the other cheek,
or do I turn the other cheek?
Please freak, you gettin' touched by this
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