always here
even though i left i'm always here
in my head i'm still sitting on some ones stairs
with my war colors on and a tool to match
my 3-80 my only boy who ever really had my back
black and beige with a fitted cap
38 was where my heart was at
so many years and so many tears i never tought about it but so many fears
alot of homeboys who dissappeared
after the smoke clear i lie there
full of holes and bloody cloths
the cops ask but nobody knows
my brother lays dead one hole to the head
seems like im the one who made his death bed
he is dead and im alive
so many nights i layed and cried
a gangsta bunny thats my sign
shot my first person when i was nine
regret it bad it kills my soul
just the thought of taking a life makes me feel empty inside
two six nation til i die til backness covers my eyes
til i turn cold or i grow old my pistol i will not let go
in my head i'm still sitting on some ones stairs
with my war colors on and a tool to match
my 3-80 my only boy who ever really had my back
black and beige with a fitted cap
38 was where my heart was at
so many years and so many tears i never tought about it but so many fears
alot of homeboys who dissappeared
after the smoke clear i lie there
full of holes and bloody cloths
the cops ask but nobody knows
my brother lays dead one hole to the head
seems like im the one who made his death bed
he is dead and im alive
so many nights i layed and cried
a gangsta bunny thats my sign
shot my first person when i was nine
regret it bad it kills my soul
just the thought of taking a life makes me feel empty inside
two six nation til i die til backness covers my eyes
til i turn cold or i grow old my pistol i will not let go
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