Lyrics Let Go - Fred The Godson

Let Go

Thousands of people die every day, but you put one dead body
In the middle of a busy street and it makes people crazy
Be one of us
This reminds me of a dimmer sky
Fire comin' out the trash cans, I hear they shiver, cry
Bloody river, why?
Grounds of hot coal
Uptown, B-X, we will not grow
That’s what they told me
I told 'em I beg to differ
My flow’ll paint 'em that picture
I’ll show you, see Fred that nigga, ahh
Overcame adversity
First sick, they was nursin' me
I whisper in my uncle’s hearse
And now they save a verse for me
So I prepare poems purposely, they fit perfectly
I know life’s a bitch
I tried to lure her in like Urkel, see (woo!)
Mama birth me, here in Bronx Lebanon
My lines get busy
I can’t call it, telethon
I’m surrounded by alcoholics and heroin
Everyone, I been through hell and back
Tell 'em bring it on
Black round, MAC rounds in a black down
I hop out and hear this chorus in the background, ahh
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow
Mama tellin' me let go
I hear her echo (echo, echo…)
Forgive me father, I feel 'em
I still gotta kill 'em
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow
Mama tellin' me let go
I hear her echo (echo, echo…)
Forgive me father, I feel 'em
I still gotta kill 'em
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)
This is after Armageddon
This the rapture
This the eve before Bin Laden’s capture
This Saddam Hussein hangin' from a rope
This when the first shift cocaine came in on the boat (woo!)
This is the scriptures
Different scripts, these the pictures
Feds flickin' they pictures at Fred, well it figures
I read Anne Frank’s diary, it really left me bitter as an individual
The invisible death of Hitler, sorry
I go in deep thought, back to the street talk
Teach 'em a lesson with the Wesson, you must keep chalk
Now we in a uproar, and it’s the police fault
They gon' kill us 'til we all deceased, whoa
A million men in D.C. that ain’t do shit
I was here gettin' PC’d, this is true shit
Background, Incarcerated Scarfaces, Wu shit
Let me calm down, woosah, this what I do, shit
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow
Mama tellin' me let go
I hear her echo (echo, echo…)
Forgive me father, I feel 'em
I still gotta kill 'em
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow
Mama tellin' me let go
I hear her echo (echo, echo…)
Forgive me father, I feel 'em
I still gotta kill 'em
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)
When we serve, violence is preferred
So it’s evil that is referred 'til we merge
Heaven and hell, then we see which one’ll emerge
Sittin' in the church where it sound like voices is reverb
So I’m observin'
Reluctant, duckin'
The serpent’s lurkin'
I’m hurtin', while workin' the birth of my daughter smirkin', ahh
Will do whatever, wherever
Whenever to whoever
So never let her tell her daddy to bring Berettas
I’m comin' to kill
Clip me (?), 'fore they kill me
And leave 'em underground covered in lilies
Nigga really, you feel me
This the CITY OF GOD
This the CITY OF GOD
The angels bombin', and Michael said it’s gonna be hard
So the opposition, I send my regards
Then I gather TBM, yeah I’m comin' with squad
I see Pun’s reflection in the mirror
Biggie’s shadow while I’m walkin'
Can’t explain any clearer, ahh
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow
Mama tellin' me let go
I hear her echo (echo, echo…)
Forgive me father, I feel 'em
I still gotta kill 'em
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow
Mama tellin' me let go
I hear her echo (echo, echo…)
Forgive me father, I feel 'em
I still gotta kill 'em
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.)