Lyrics Can You Relate - Conejo

Can You Relate

They Ran Him Over
He In A Body Cast
He’ll Plan His Revenge
When The Wounds Have Pasted
Don’t Ask (Why?)
Cause I Won’t Tell You His Name
He Was Brought Up In The Hood
That Cause So Much Pain (HPS)
And I Remember The Day
Outside My School
He Was Posted With A Heat
His Enemies Were Fooled
They Came Closer
Till They Seen There Death
Then He Chased Em Through The Alley
No What Happened Next?
A Living Legend
Along With Many Others
Homie Was A Fool
Just Like His Brother
The Bitches Loved Em
He Had Original Swagger
Though He Wanted In The Streets
For Many Cadavers
Drug Game
Homie Supplied The Gang
With His Child Hood Connection
Of Them White Square Things
He’s On The Run
They Wanna Bring Him In
They Want The Good Muthafuckers
All Locked In The Pen
Can You Relate
To The Shit I Spit
It’s A Everyday Occurance
In The Place I Live
We Live In Sin
The Rich Want Us In
And The Next Thing You No
We All Locked In The Pen
Can You Relate
To The Shit I Spit
It’s A Everyday Occurance
In The Place I Live
We Live In Sin
The Rich Want Us In
And The Next Thing You No
We All Locked In The Pen
He Beat A Murder
When He Was Just A Teen
He Was Dropping Muthafuckers
Like That U.F.C
But He Was Righteous
But At The Same Time Vicious
When It Came To The Barrio
He Was Making Desicions
This A Story
About A Fucken Gangster
From A City Under Seige
That Gave Birth To Disaster
Out To Blast You
Was The Fucken Modo
Ese Sort Of Like A Leader
Cause The Rest Would Follow
He Made Money
And Put Us All In The Game
When Him And His Dog
Starting Flooding With Caine
The Cases Came
Ese All Got Beat
And Before The Next Raid
He Was Back On The Street
With His Fleet
Of West Side Riders
Ese Felons Out Selling
Pack Of Ruthless Survivors
They Brung Him In
He Wanna See His Lawyer
Fuck A Bitch Ass Cop
This Ain’t Law And Order
Can You Relate
To The Shit I Spit
It’s A Everyday Occurance
In The Place I Live
We Live In Sin
The Rich Want Us In
And The Next Thing You No
We All Locked In The Pen
Can You Relate
To The Shit I Spit
It’s A Everyday Occurance
In The Place I Live
We Live In Sin
The Rich Want Us In
And The Next Thing You No
We All Locked In The Pen
I Was At The Trial
When They Sentenced Him
The Homeboy Stood Up
And Gave A Gangster Grin
They Gave Em Life
At Fucken C.C.B
His 2nd Murder Case
This Was A Pending Beef
Somebody Please
And Other Songs That Remind Me
Of How It Really Feel
When You Lost In The County
The Homie Gone
Will I See Me Don’t Know
Cause He Sit Up In A Cell
Up A Quentin Death Row
While The Other
Is On A Another Yard
Ese Lifes Tribulations
Make The Scene So Hard
But Everywhere He Went
They Had Respect
For Him And His Past
And His Intellect
Nostalgia Hits
And I Envision His Wagon
Ese Parked On Estrella
Where Them Eagles Were Hanging
Drop A Letter
Ese From Time To Time
To Reminise On Those Times
Through These Fucken Rimes
Can You Relate
To The Shit I Spit
It’s A Everyday Occurance
In The Place I Live
We Live In Sin
The Rich Want Us In
And The Next Thing You No
We All Locked In The Pen
Can You Relate
To The Shit I Spit
Its A Everyday Occurance
In The Place I Live
We Live In Sin
The Rich Want Us In
And The Next Thing You No
We All Locked In The Pen
Scene From American Me