paroles de chanson Pretty Brown - Jason Weaver

[In staring
I will never understand this society,
First they try to murder me,
Then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed,
Now the little baby's crazed raised off
Hennesey, tell me will my enemies feed when they see me,
Believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart
For a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men,
It's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners