| I’m sittin' sippin' soda realizin' that it’s over
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| My feelings he couldn’t reciprocate til October
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| But he’s the one I wanna lay my head upon his shoulder
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| And keep it warm because it’s just about to get colder
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| But I said I wouldn’t see him, nor would I touch him
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| He says he misses me much and pursue per sound to suction
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| Through the phone, I try to hit the dialtone to clear the mess up
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| Or fess up, and say I’ll be there soon just clear your rest up
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| I can’t dismiss it, no matter how much I just can’t resist it
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| And now he’s tellin' me he finally wants to be committed
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| I can’t call it, without me playin' myself to fall for it
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| Scannin' my mind to see how much time I can stall
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| Or it can blow up, other kissings affect like anesthetic
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| It’s never as good as the first time and you never do forget it
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| Feeling pathetic, but I quote it like someone said it
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| If you really love it then you should just let it, go
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| Let it go, let it flow
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| Move on with your life and act like you know
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| Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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| But I gotta let it go, can’t deal with the stress
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| I let it, go let it go, let it flow
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| Move on with your life and just act like you know
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| Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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| But I gotta let it go, can’t deal with the stress
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| Three times this year I’ve seen my people go to violent action
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| That could have been avoided without negative instigation
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| Goin' on, off at the mouth, with foul verbal interaction
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| Inevitably ending up with one or more gunshot patients
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| I guess it’s not a virtue anymore and scores gotta be settled
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| With steel or real ain’t even in the flesh and don’t feel
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| But eighteen feet of soil was dug out
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| Three brothers lives was struck out
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| Cause you wanted to be down, but without catchin a body you stuck out
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| Hey, what goes around is ultimately what you get
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| Sometimes good people and bad things mix
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| Sometimes you got to fix the way you live
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| I give my life to bring back family and friends
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| But I don’t control that I know that mine’s precious til the end
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| I leave my lifecourse to the greater knowledge of the creator
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| And if it’s time to go, I won’t hold back, I’ll just let it, go
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| Let it flow, if it’s meant to come back then it shall do so
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| Let it go, let it flow
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| Move on with your life and act like you know
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| Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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| But I gotta let it go, can’t deal with the stress
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| I let it, go let it go, let it flow
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| Move on with your life and just act like you know
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| Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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| But I gotta let it go, can’t deal with the stress
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| At thirteen I watched ghetto gold turn to green
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| And get crushed, through this undramatical street scene
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| When all my peoples like to whyle out
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| Wearin' the low style out
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| One night we stood in front of Homebase
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| Watched the club file out
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| Mad people started runnin', that was the end of fun and
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| One nigga stand in b-boy stance, holdin' his gun and
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| Started shootin', pollutin' the curbside with shells
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| Yellin' buggin' out cause someone stepped on his Gazelles
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| Or Asics, whatever it was, money’s beef was basic
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| It’s tragic the way people takin' anger and misplace it
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| Now, mad are my peoples wearin scars and stitches
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| Cause niggas choose to play the role of actin' like bitches
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| Don’t take it hard, if it’s not you, act like you know
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| And all that unnecessary shit, just let it, go
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| Let it go, let it flow
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| Move on with your life and act like you know
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| Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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| But I gotta let it go, can’t deal with the stress
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| I let it, go let it go, let it flow
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| Move on with your life and just act like you know
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| Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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| But I gotta let it go, can’t deal with the stress |