Your Mother's Other Son

When I die, leave a 40 in my casket
Bill it to my killer
Tell 'em that the kid was asking
Never saw his face
But I recognized his accent
44th of May, fucking man youth action
Never thought that life will tip and turn enough to touch us
But the truth is life does
Usually gets the best of you
Grab you by your testicles
Wrap around your neck until
Straight bullets turn your goons into vegetables
Looking around my homies like
Damn! who' the next of us?
Got the Benadon on my own
For the best of us
Funny thing 'bout is while I’m expecting to
Blow like the flow of the breeze
Is like the rest of room then falls
Life in itself is just a testament to
What we know in this life is just a blessing to
What we learn in this life are just lessons
I’m caught up in the mix I guess I’ll make the best of it
We watch clouds
Flow corners and dark cops
They could’ve caught us
If they want to hear it now
When your bullet shot
Set the stove in the spot
Like there’s no flame rush
Trying to get into the block
But the block don’t stop
When I die tell my sister that I’ll miss her
Remember me from flixster from when we were both kids in the picture
You payed princess
I played slickster
Ain’t shit changed since then
Most kids skipping Sunday school
But we the ones that listen
Preacher preachin' 'bout the scriptures
All that’s good to evil both sides fitting the description in this mixture
I don’t get them
The pain that I inflicted
Although not what I intended
My condolences I send it
If I said it once I meant it
The lost sight on this road
From the moment I got in it
But it’s all I ever known
That’s how I learned to grow up in it
You learn to stand alone
Beside the sinners and the cynics
Before your flag gets thrown above the jinksters and the critics
And only time will tell
Just what it takes to turn to win it
But when time 'n turn is gone at least that I can say «I've been it»
Far were one across the finish like halfway hangin' pitty pain the picture
perfect image to this truthness that I’m spittin'
We watch clouds
Flow corners and dark cops
They could’ve caught us
If they want to hear it now
When your bullet shot
Set the stove in the spot
Like there’s no flame rush
Trying to get into the block
But the block don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
But the block don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
But the block don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop