Songtexte
Yeah
I
can
reconcile
being
depressed
real
bad
I'm
a
thinker
not
a
drinker
but
still
I
hennessy
drag
Alcohol
numbs
the
pain
like
when
Novocaine
stabs
In
your
arteries
pardon
me
but
my
city
go
mad
Via
Compton
California,
corners
with
coroners
and
karma
on
em
Colors
corresponding
to
gangs
upon
us
Common
corrupted
crip
& piru's
cripple
the
city
Triple
the
crime,
Bible
nor
the
Qur'an
can
save
Welcome
don't
be
afraid,
your
city
similar
right?
Where
the
choppers
kidnap
the
night
and
police
silence
your
rights
Stare
at
the
sky
wonder
will
you
live
to
see
25?
I'm
22
at
20
I
knew
I
was
against
the
odds
This
kid
named
Jonathan
was
monitorin'
His
momma
& sister,
his
older
cousin
he
honoured
him
Anonymous
bodies
on
his
burner
was
astonishin'
To
Johnny
he
might
have
been
a
modern
day
rider
then
He
walking
outside
again,
he
see
the
lifestyle
of
an
active
member
Pull
out
a
mac
11,
now
his
eyes
is
big
Fascinated
by
mayhem,
what's
his
cousin
to
say
now?
He
wanna
be
from
the
hood
that
he's
from
and
thats
one
More
gangster
under
the
family
tree
took
em
under
his
wings
like
KFC
Crip
crazy
rocking
matching
t-shirts
that
says
"the
hood
made
me"
No
love
just
spread
slugs
thats
the
policy,
the
leader
and
the
prodigy
Now
shorty
do-wap,
holdin
a
ou-wap,
hanging
with
rah
rah's
with
blah
blah's
That
sit
on
the
block
catching
fades
& licks,
going
on
missions
with
lunatics
A
9th
grade
menace
thuging
for
6 months,
smoking
like
6 blunts
An
hour
the
power
of
banging
he
was
walking
POW
POW
POW
POW!
Little
Johnny...
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