IRC-Galleria

They say, Knowledge is power, life is breath
CanÂ’t guarantee there will be life after death
And when the judgement day come, yea none of us gone left
Yea, we all gone die, is a matter about the time
Cause seems like the time is tickin, and my mind trickin,
Trying get sight like kanye with rhymes I kicking,
Trying make the whole world understand, them lines I speaking
My homie died last summer, my minds different
IÂ’m on the different shit now because the grind is different
I work with rhymes now because the time is different
Mama used to cock rise and chicken, giving advice and teaching
but hardhead nigga didnÂ’t take advice and listen
me and my brother used to have fight in kitchen
Used to destroy the house, Pulling knife out the kitchen
Listen, when I eventually die, donÂ’t worry about me
make sure my moma get that pay check and bury me G
I aint worry, when I die niggas will tell hell of a story about me
donÂ’t know what the life after death gone be
Quest its cant get worsted than life they was givin me
So many good homies die, loosin life in the street
we shooting dice tryina eat