Wednesday 13 May 2009 photo 1/1
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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
I take a look of my life, and realise there's noting left.
'Cuz I've been brassin' and laughing so long that.
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone.
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it.
Me be treated like a punk, you now that's unheard of.
You'd better watch how you're talking and were you walking .
Or you and your homie mith be lined in chalk.
I really hate to trip but I gotta lope.
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, FOOL.
I'm the kind of g that little homies wanna be.
Like on my knees in the night sayin prayers in the street light.
I take a look of my life, and realise there's noting left.
'Cuz I've been brassin' and laughing so long that.
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone.
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it.
Me be treated like a punk, you now that's unheard of.
You'd better watch how you're talking and were you walking .
Or you and your homie mith be lined in chalk.
I really hate to trip but I gotta lope.
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, FOOL.
I'm the kind of g that little homies wanna be.
Like on my knees in the night sayin prayers in the street light.
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