| I’m scared for the life of my son
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| Snipers could turn this into D.C. easy
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| Poke holes in trunks and try to rest in peace me
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| I say a prayer that Zeeky will be afraid of guns
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| No water pistols, investin' his mind in blazin' young
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| City Of God we live amongst the evil
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| Lines and needles on my mind since little
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| Knew shot could riddle through me
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| These younger dudes is unruly usin' a tooley truly
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| To be governor, imitatin' Schwarzenegger movie
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| Votin' for Nader for we got no greater one to rep
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| Hopin' our savior, we rise too many nights he slept
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| Through Satan’s celebration, don’t tell 'em for Hell we waitin'
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| We waitin' for Heaven’s statement, rebirth until the dust
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| In a city where we so greedy and full of lust
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| Daily sinners and needy killers, ready to bust
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| I saw Billy caught up on the block
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| Alex caught up with the Glock
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| Isiah won’t fall dog, not on my watch
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| Because
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| I look up to the heaven’s and I
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| Say somethin' that’ll get me by
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| Isiah you gon' always be held down
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| With this music that I write all night
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| For them streets that I ride through every
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| Night and day I stay on the grind
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| Cause shit’s hard, but I paved the way
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| My son will be alright and know that it’s okay
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| Real life speech, conceal my weeps amidst the day to day
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| Worried that them shots may pop where little Jayden play
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| Shavin' greys, achin' bones
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| Underrated, lacin' poems
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| Heavy rent, money spent
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| Wife and I vacating homes
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| No vacation home
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| In a grizzle zone, real life
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| My niggas gone, we like
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| «It's only flesh and bones.»
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| Soul survivor life, a mortal fires for the fire for the stress
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| 9 to 5 TV hustle, pinchin' pennies more or less
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| Wishin' Benji wore a vest, missin' Billy’s school and me
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| Uncle B, Audrey, Neil
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| Urban Bobby’s eulogies
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| I say a prayer Lord
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| For Isiah Lord, that you save him Lord
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| From the Devil’s clutches
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| Amen Lord
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| Forgive us for our sins cause we are men and nothin' greater
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| Depends upon the pen if I don’t place the sword to haters
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| Bush and Kerry both degrade us, next time
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| I’m pickin' Nader
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| Wish life, was dreams so they could pinch and wake us
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| My God
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| I look up to the heaven’s and I
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| Say somethin' that’ll get me by
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| Isiah you gon' always be held down
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| With this music that I write all night
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| For them streets that I ride through every
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| Night and day I stay on the grind
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| Cause shit’s hard, but I paved the way
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| My son will be alright
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| Underrated but still hated amidst the rubble
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| Those that meet me at glace think I be strictly trouble
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| Per chance
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| All that still will not weaken my hustle
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| Feel the weakened muscles
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| Grey hairs from past struggles, beware
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| Too quick to assume to avenge his loses
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| Ideas
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| Say I was walkin' through the holocaust with
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| Despair
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| Livin' every fear, non-cautious
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| Why care?
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| But then the reason came for the caution
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| Isiah
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| Say a prayer for my little man
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| Amen
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| And for my father to be born again
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| Cause when
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| I see the homie at the gates I may
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| Not be able to wash his sins away
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| The pain
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| I am forgiven so I must forgive
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| Driven to do more than just scribble sentences with relentlessness
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| Payin' rent, makin' sense till my day is spent
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| If it’s meant to be rap Lord
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| Finally say it meant
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| I look up to the heaven’s and I
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| Say somethin' that’ll get me by
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| Isiah you gon' always be held down
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| With this music that I write all night
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| For them streets that I ride through every
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| Night and day I stay on the grind
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| Cause shit’s hard, but I paved the way
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| My son will be alright and know that it’s okay |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Isiah , by - Reks. Song from the album Grey Hairs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп