paroles de chanson The Reasons - Deniro Farrar

Open up your lungs and hear my soul
I aint gonna rhyme about how other fucked a million hoes
That was in my past, simple minded I control
I just did what I was shown, sold my innocence and my soul.
And guns, I run these places where I grown
Skipping class and going home, writing rhymes and slinging
I went from blind, chase the pussy, cave it
My momma worried, got me sick, dont come in home with
Landed the money to pay the rent and buy us Christmas bikes
Just the niggas from the ghetto, aint they aint even right.
I did it to the block, me I got bitch day and night
My daddy was never home, we hang up our Christmas lights
Dont send me your angel, boy, Im gonna need Dr. Quinn
She the only one that can play safe, and Im about to get
Standing at the gates, they hear me gone, they let me in
Fuck it, Imma kill Satan, cause he promised me a Benz!
Yo, started my revolution, feel like Martin Luther
Speaking on behalf of them unemployed shooters
Here we all got rights so army cant protect our life
In here we all got thirty thousand worth our lives.
Aint been to the hood lately, shit, nigga drive me crazy
Plus that bitch aint used to fuck a brother, never lately
Typical problems, niggas in my hood gonna do
Buy more choppers and niggas that theyre close to
Just in case cause that brought you
Shooting for your life, and I aint blame you youre close to.
Fuck these kind of bitches, keep them out way past the curfew
Gotta stay the same unlike the sperm donor that you
Talking at the tournament shit, Im talking to myself
Aint no excuse for what I do and shit, I gotta get some pill.
Tried to read the Bible, it was real, the devil got me trapped in here
Please God, save me, cause I hate the way these bodies smell!