Perhaps i was addicted to the dark side Somewhere inside my childhood i missed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be through the misery that came to pass The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need me, Ill never leave I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see Its a small thang through and true What could I do? Real homies help ya get through, And coming new, hed do tha same thang if he could Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good And half the time we be acting up call tha cops Bringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah, but its clear Ill always be tha same Until the end of time
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 23:30:07 +0000
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