| To anyone whoever lost one
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| Survival it may cost one
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| Yo, what up kid it’s been a few years
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| So many blood, sweat and tears shed
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| Ya name still appears in my head
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| It seems like yesterday we floated to Queens
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| Holdin' cream, only 16, 'bout to load up the triple beam
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| Paper chasin', gettin' thrown in the pens over and over again
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| Comin' home sittin' low in ya bed
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| If ya stairin' down on me right now show me the path
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| So I know that havin' my people can close the gaps
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| Me, daily I spar as I tour this world bizarre
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| I’ve been hit pretty hard, suprised I made it this far
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| Seen your daughter yesterday, she’s such a beaurtiful girl
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| Besides today, ain’t nothin' really new in my world
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| So I wish you was here, we had a vision and the picture was clear
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| We’d both get rich off this and disappear
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| Your life is over but your legacy’s just begun
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| And that is said, only the good die young
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| I guess it’s all good
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| Cradle to the Grave (from the Cradle to the Grave)
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| Don’t throw your life away
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| Such a price to pay
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| I still feel the pain
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| I remember when
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| Things were so different then
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| But I’ll remain ya friend
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| 'Til we meet again
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| Is Heaven any different from Hell? |
| Is it worth the battle?
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| In search of Heaven I can get trapped too
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| Sometimes I wanna join you, take my place upstairs
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| But I’m not ready to leave my family in despair
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| I know if you was here you’d be rockin' the latest Nike Airs
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| All the fires gear burnin' one, totin' hardwear
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| Or we hit Lennox, check precise set of Lexus
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| Check the message on the pager; |
| «it's two bucks the next chicks»
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| I had to do this, for Earnie Sayon and Aaron Lewis
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| And all my families that have been through this
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| And I know my days are numbered too because of you
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| Aiyo you got it locked, hold me a spot for when I come through
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| 'Til then I gotta be strong, a time bomb
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| One step from doin' life, my rap sees miles long
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| But like simply when I keep holdin' on
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| But I can only hold on for so long
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| It’s a Cold World kid, you ain’t really missed much
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| It’s hard just to get up, it’s hard not to give up
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| I struggled tryna move up, I might lose touch
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| Been fightin' all my life for my right to do such
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| To all my single mothers strugglin'
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| Life bitters to the thugs out hustlin', here me
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| To all who walked the long road and met the end of the route
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| I miss you all so I send this out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cradle To The Grave , by - Inspectah Deck. Song from the album The Movement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп