Hearin cries
Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 2:21 pm
Can U love me for what I am? Respect me for what I'm worth
My life been in a Trans since conception, since birth
I've been destined to search, a land where weapon's don't burn
I hold the whole Earth in my hand while I'm stretching its turf
I seek something peaceful, a place where bullets and police don't reach you
Where people will greet you, Trust me I'm Intrigued too
I see life through a different perception, like looking through a mirror
Where I don't get no reflection, my community full of introspective's
See us, we like to kick it, through hard times cuz life's a bitch and
Killin and Stealin is real to us but to them its still illicit
Aint guilty but still convicted, got the doe, but still evicted
It's fucked up aint it? Blood gushed, fainted, dug up a grave
For the Young Buck, guns up, niggas hated how he come up
Slung drugs and made it, others locked up relatin to they capers
And how they fucked up, best get out before U become stuck
So pray for me Reverend, since day One my goal was to make it to Heaven
Im finding myself stray, roaming deranged with these weapons
But wait, I know we all destined to fate, But yours is comin first
Dawg Im destined to wait, I know life and new lessons await
Stressing from Smith and Wessons and Blades
Hopin to get a rest from this place, sometimes Im tired of livin
We all havin something to say, I put mine to rhythm
So pump up the tape, Gutta got something to say
My life been in a Trans since conception, since birth
I've been destined to search, a land where weapon's don't burn
I hold the whole Earth in my hand while I'm stretching its turf
I seek something peaceful, a place where bullets and police don't reach you
Where people will greet you, Trust me I'm Intrigued too
I see life through a different perception, like looking through a mirror
Where I don't get no reflection, my community full of introspective's
See us, we like to kick it, through hard times cuz life's a bitch and
Killin and Stealin is real to us but to them its still illicit
Aint guilty but still convicted, got the doe, but still evicted
It's fucked up aint it? Blood gushed, fainted, dug up a grave
For the Young Buck, guns up, niggas hated how he come up
Slung drugs and made it, others locked up relatin to they capers
And how they fucked up, best get out before U become stuck
So pray for me Reverend, since day One my goal was to make it to Heaven
Im finding myself stray, roaming deranged with these weapons
But wait, I know we all destined to fate, But yours is comin first
Dawg Im destined to wait, I know life and new lessons await
Stressing from Smith and Wessons and Blades
Hopin to get a rest from this place, sometimes Im tired of livin
We all havin something to say, I put mine to rhythm
So pump up the tape, Gutta got something to say