Once again, firm affiliation

Like we say; the show must go on



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Sunshine – we hustle to the moon light

Reminisce on a good time

Cop come on boget



Yo when times get trifle

I'm subjected to street survival

See many never complete they cycle

Other retreat to bibles, living holy

But currency seem to control me, moving coldly

In the presence of old parolies

My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie

Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me

I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels

A form of teaching, from the streets never taught in school

You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools

Solitude certifies all moves

So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave

Absorbing fast, learning from niggaz I lost in the past

Its poison plays in these foul days

Housing cops and they foul ways, I'm walking through a wild maze

Holding my brain trying to maintain

Sleet hell, snow, or rain, I guess the game will never change



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Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises

Poor images, project life drained my innocence

It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed

My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church

She prayed for peace, hoping I'm saved before she lay deceased

To say the least, the one to wise to play the streets

I know the ropes, certain niggaz to slow to cope

& though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat

Amongst the frozen hearted, some bending, some departed

Inhaling chocolate, tracing back to where it started

The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce and trays

The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days

& though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still

All around real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville

I know the ledge, meditating, holding my head

Eyes red, it's "Doe or Die" till I'm dead



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I played all positions, plus learned from each mission

Politic wit all type niggaz wit different diction

I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up

Bugging off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up

But time flying, playing these corners I'll let it slide by

Smoking lye, homicide, coke supplies dry

So play the game, other slow up change the lane

Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain

It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures

They tricked us, got us trapped in taking pictures

Interrogating, locating, destination, estimating

Or play a part of them investigating

It's on going from them killers, to them broads hoeing

Unknowing first time felons on trial blowing

So burn your clips and sit back, learn your shit

The last of these real reps left turned legit



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