Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mercy Me, artist - IcewaterDate of issue: 27.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mercy Me |
| It’s like summer '96, just came home |
| Got my weight up, analyzing life as a whole |
| While I was laid up, receiving the news, who got sprayed up |
| Small time hustlers blew, niggas is caked up |
| Some never made it to see, that’s who we ride for |
| Penetentiary poems, respect is what we die for |
| Lost souls travel the ave, while we discuss dreams |
| Teens become weed heads and ex-dust fiends |
| Praying and wishing, get up out this crooked position |
| Shorty selling the body to make an honest living |
| Pops broke out, moms is on a crack mission |
| Could it be an honest living how her moms is living |
| Who am I to say I’m better than you? |
| We both hustlers in the same boat, papi bought the same coat |
| Time to switch notes and turn pages |
| Time to get up out this cages, it’s time we erased this |
| Yo, I remember the times, selling nicks and dimes |
| Got free lunch, the first nigga on line |
| My best friend, had no bike, he used to get on mines |
| Moms at the jam, with Miss Ann, sipping on wine |
| And the blocks deserted, if there was shots, you heard it |
| It’s like the Hill ain’t been the same, since Poppy was murdered |
| The best of the '80's, mothers disrespected they babies |
| When Shateek shot that cop, the whole West went crazy |
| And lately, some day it’ll change, I’m sick of feeling pain |
| Innocent lives was in that World Trade |
| Got snipers running round, shooting shit like it’s a game |
| I get on my knees and begin to pray, for mercy |
| Oh, mercy, mercy me |
| Oh, streets ain’t what they used to be, no |
| I did my time, now, I gotta live my life |
| So I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine |
| Yo, instead of shedding tears, I look up high and I smile |
| Cuz you in a better place than all of us right now |
| But it’s a damn shame, you lost your life at such a young age |
| Rest in peace to all my niggas that’s in the grave |
| Seen the hardest die, but when you pass, it took me by suprise |
| Sometimes I look up at the sky and ask the lord why |
| He had to take you, why he couldn’t take one of these fake dudes |
| When he first told me you passed, I said it ain’t true |
| Not you, why lord, did my nigga have to die for |
| Still can’t believe that he’s gone |
| Cuz now all I have is memories and sympathies |
| Sometimes I miss him so much, I wish the lord get rid of me |
| Aiyo, it seems like the pain, it won’t stop no more |
| On the ballcourt, my pops school me how to play ball |
| I miss you, nigga, still in my heart |
| And I can’t figure out, why the beef, it had to tear us apart |
| Now that you gone, I can’t find the strength to move on |
| It’s like, when you left, everything went wrong |
| At your funeral, I tried to hide the tears inside |
| But they broke, first time my moms started to cry |
| This nigga Lex came through, gave me food for thought |
| I thank you nigga, felt like I was breaking apart |
| And I can’t forget Kay, he was there for me |
| Only nigga truly cared for me, for real |