Another day goes by And I don't understand and I don't pretend to try I wanna change my life But another day goes by Just when I get it right another
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He's chokin' how, everybody's chokin' now The clock's run out, times up, over, blaw! Snap, back to reality, oh, there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age
Selling dope with my folks, come close and see I react Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and fine hoes On the drink every day like winos
my style? So what are you saying Todd? To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit It goes like this, my name
a fat joint and smoke that weed But the tale goes on and years went by Another drug came and the boy got high Ever since that day, he just wasn?t the
that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right Infatuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers Putting dope
I can hear the loons in my head Clear as day, echoin' through my brain Tellin' me somethin's wrong then I felt the pain It was nockin' down my flesh by
on my casket All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away Mama screamin wake up I'm just restin till another day she falls away My kids
more before I'm done And if you sleep, you better wake up, and get on your fuckin' job 'Cause I'm takin' everything except for loss Iceberg goes off, yeah 24-7, night goes
Check it out (verse 1) My life has been like gun blast every night Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight "where's the gun? where's the dope? " The drive-by
stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing
shit up in my territory Another day another world's sad story Verse 2 (Steph) Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block Pop pop goes the
jets across the dash It's all about dope man plenty of cash Every fucking day man an ounce to smoke Game from the brain keep the bitches broke Money dope
in the spotlight or whatever that They can do or say whatever they want to us And that we won't retaliate Protect my motherfuckin' self By any means,
