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 BROWN TEARS HOW CAN I MAKE YOU HEAR HOW CAN I MAKE YOU UNDESTAND THIS TEAR IS IT BECAUSE A BULLET IS TO FREE ME FROM THIS FEAR HOW CAN I KNOW IF MY DESTINY IS HEAVEN OR HELL FROM THE BAD THINGS THAT I DONE IS HARD TO TELL AND THE NIGHTS THAT I SPENT IN THE JAIL CELL I TRY TO WALK THAT STRAIGHT LINE BUT THE FEELING OF A NINE IN MY SPINE MAKES ME CARRY A GAP TO FEEL FINE DIPPING BULLETS IN THE NIGHT HIT MY HOMIES THAT WHERE IN SIGHT AND IT FEEDS THE HATE WHICH IS CARVED IN MY MIND IM READY TO FIGHT THAT'S WHY PEACE I CAN'T NO LONGER FIND THIS IS OUR CRAZY LIFE WHERE PULLING TRIGGERS WE SURVIVE THE GAME IS NOT FOR THE WEAK MINDED THAT'S WHY THEY COMMIT SUICIDE SO YOU BETTER SEE WHERE YOUR STEPPING CUZ YOU DONT WANA GET BLASTED BY ONE OF THE HOMIES WHO DOESN'T CARE IF HE IS ARRESTED CUZ IT'S LIVE OF DIE FOR THE PRIDE IT'S BAD CUZ WE CAN'T EVEN TAKE A WALK IN THE PARK AND YOU BETTER BE STRAPPED AFTER DARK FROM CHUCO CON MUCHO LOVE TO MI RAZA SARASOTA FL Guest Book ~ Send Poem ~ Home ~ Main ~ Poem Menu |
