You know,
usually I tell y'all
gang gang, six party, all
But
I just feel like, hold
on, give me a second.
I just
If
you been through it, you gonna know.
I'm talking about you.
I don't think people really see the pain in his eyes.
He might smile a lot,
but they don't know how he feeling inside.
He don't like to talk a lot.
That's why he always quiet.
Lately,
he's just been to a cell,
but nobody know why.
Niggas know that his homie just died.
He was trying to *** a nine and go slide.
Homie say he tweaking, they not trying to drive.
Cause he ain't give a * about who outside.
Only thing he was thinking about was
all them days and nights that he cried.
All the damn time, murder on his mind.
He been running out his level four fine.
Shooting was his fun,
yeah,
you can run,
but where the * you gon' hide?
Two shootings happened in the same day,
they tried to say he did it both times.
He don't even know who to trust,
cause his family told him all lies.
Anybody try to tell you that the young man a pussy,
then they all lie.
Let me tell you a story about this young man who life was all fine.
Till the day he decided that he wanna go outside.
Had a best friend,
then one day his best friend died.
Standing on the corner throwing gang signs.
Home with gang members, we got gang ties.
I don't think people really see the pain in his eyes.
He might smile a lot,
but they don't know how he feeling inside.
He don't like to talk a lot,
that's why he always cry.
Maybe he just been to himself,
but nobody know why.
He done been shot a few times before,
but it just wasn't his young man time.
And he from a city where you gotta keep a gun,
cause too many young men dying.
Kill,
kill,
kill,
kill,
kill,
kill,
only thing in his young man eyes.
He know he gon' be rich, he can see the signs.
Mama praying for him, hoping he survive.
He done had too many bad nights,
he just wanna see the sunshine.
Every time he go to sleep,
he had dreams of his several old nines.
No,
the story do not end with me telling y'all that this young man died.
Cause word around that he did get rich,
guess this young man turned out fine.
I'ma tell you a story about this young man who life was all fine.
Till the day he decided that he wanna go outside.
Had a best friend,
then one day his best friend died.
Standing on the corner throwing gang signs.
Home with gang members, he got gang ties.
I don't think people really see the pain in his eyes.
He might smile a lot,
but they don't know how he feeling inside.
He don't like to talk a lot,
that's why he always cry.
Lately he's just been to himself,
but nobody know why.