Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in tha city Tha cops is hot for me Tha projects is full of bullets Tha bodies is droppin' There ain't no stoppin me Constantly moven while maken millions Witnessin' killins Leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings Caries tha children Cause they're illin' Addicted to killin' near appeal from tha cap pealin' What i'm feelin' But will they last or be blasted Hard headed [bad word] Maybe he'll listen in his casket Tha aftermath More bodies being buried I'm losen my homies in a hurry They're relocating to tha cemetary Got me worried Stressin' My visions bluried Tha question is will i live No one in tha world loves me I'm headed for danger Don't [bad word] strangers Put one in tha chamber Whatever i'm feelin' is anger Don't wanna make excuses Cause this is how it is What's tha use Unless we're shootin' No one notices tha youth It's just me against tha world baby Now ever since a [bad word] was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug [bad word] Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the [bad word] dealers Tell me if it's on, [bad word] then we first to bomb Bust on these [bad word] made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE Ain't nobody love me as a broke [bad word] Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped, no [bad word] from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggaz wonder by I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry, [bad word] nah, [bad word] tear I shed for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Niggaz still ballin With all this extra stressin' Tha question i wonder is after death I feel my last breath When will i finaly get to rest from this supression They punish tha people that's askin questions And those that possess Steal from tha ones without possesions Tha message i stress To make it stop Study your lessons Don't settle for less Even tha genius asks questions Be gratifull for blessins Don't ever change Keep your essense Tha powers in tha people and tha politics we address Always do your best Don't let this pressure make ya panic And when ya get stranded And things don't go tha way ya planed it Dreaming of richs In a position of makin' a difference Polititions and hipocrites They don't wanna listen If i'm insane Then tha fame ain't about ta change It wasn't nothin' like tha game It's just me against tha world