Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move On, artist - A+. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Move On |
| If I go on my way without you |
| Woooahh where would I go |
| If I go on my way without you |
| Woooahh where would I go |
| I’m having flashbacks |
| Let me relax my dome |
| My whole joint’s blown another soldier won’t be coming home |
| Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva |
| Ties will never sever |
| You died tryin' to live better |
| Did what you had to do and now you deceased |
| I hope you livin in peace dont even stress that beef |
| Go 'head and sleep count your blessings return to the essence |
| Everytime I see your fam word is bon I feel your presence |
| It’s all over bearing witness like jehovah |
| Ain’t nothing strange unless you watch your range like a rover |
| Follow me son, what’s done is done, forgot it |
| God bless his soul while his body’s underground rotting |
| We won’t forget you let a brother try to dis you |
| I swear to god he better have a blade and plus a pistol |
| Forever miss you got babies that wanna kiss you |
| Shining like crystal, and at your wake I pass your ma a tissue |
| He was only thirteen when he burst his splean |
| The shot was fatal |
| He died right there upon the kitchen table BLAOW |
| It happened all alone in his house |
| Not a creature was stirrin', not a roach or a mouse |
| And I was just with him, playin' Sega |
| And buggin' on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playas |
| And now he’s gone |
| I’m speakin' on my man K-Shawn |
| Forever on my mind mentally as I kick my song |
| He used to talk about the box in the closet |
| Where his pops kept a Glock and all the safety deposits |
| Now he stressed, fiendin' just to hold some heat |
| I guess it came from all the stories that he heard in the street |
| I can’t explain it, it’s ill how we used to feel |
| I used to tell him stop playin' wit that chrome-piece steel |
| He never listened, and now my man is missin' in action |
| I blame it on the fools in the street that’s always blastin' |
| Aiyyo my dreams are filled with terror |
| Shots gettin' nearer |
| Paralyzed and right in front of my eyes it’s gettin' clearer |
| A tragedy resulted from a brother’s bad scratch |
| Tried to rob a deli but the gat he had was raggy |
| Bullets sprayed, ricocheted and automatically |
| Hit a bystander, young girl named Amanda |
| The slugs in her back by this cat buggin' no crap |
| Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the love’s at |
| Was only seven already on her way to heaven |
| She reached her day and now she won’t see her wedding |
| Some might say that this was destined or something |
| But her parents only had one child and now they left with nothing |
| Book all that flix and when they daughter was six |
| Before they moved from the bricks and got caught up in the mix |
| They thought things would get better now they stressed forever |
| They last vision was image of a blood-soaked sweater |