Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound...
Unit in the stash the beats and never found the sh...
Why do people say they love you?
Do they mean it...
You love to hear the story, again and again
about these young brothers from the city of wind...
Searchin for a love, throughout the ghetto
Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow...
I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul...
Thoughts haunt my dreams.
Leaving me with silent screams...
THESE STREETS REMIND ME OF QUICK SAND WHEN YOUR ON...
ON THE CORNER WITH THE TU LI ON THE WAIST TIGHT...
When your not the one invited to the party,
Or invited to go eat...
I sat at home and wondered why,
Why people live on the streets...
A realationship is a great thing
u know when u start one that someone will end up...
Bricks and stones,
May break my bones...
your my world,
your my soul...