paroles de chanson Life Expectancy - Ka-Flame

(2'Pac speaks)

Southside Slater King, don't approach the field
Gang wars, cop cars, how we 'spose to live?
Drive bys, niggas died, how we 'spose to chill?
Bullet shells, white chalk, and them broken pills
Blood stains, thugs hang, quick to tote, the steal
You say you wish a nigga would, but you know, they will
Before you hit Twenty-one, just hope, you wrote, yo will
Cause they be twisting niggas caps, like a broken seal
Mind gone, that reveals, that them folks, are ill
You start to come up, it's like the hood, vote to kill
The very essence of success, man that slope, is still
Slippery when wet, you can bet, they got that dope to deal
I just want my folks, to heal, from the pass trauma's
Reflecting back, on the questions, I would ask momma
Why the hood, full of drama and strife?
Getting killed or going to jail, seem to come with the life, right?

It's crazy, how the hood, will try to sacrifice ya
Fake friends, they pretend, they don't have to like ya
I'm just writing, what I witnessed, with my own eyes
In the slums, we don't seem to live them long lives
It's crazy, how the hood, will try to sacrifice ya
Fake friends, they pretend, they don't have to like ya
I'm just writing, what I witnessed, with my own eyes
In the slums, we don't seem to live them long lives

If we traded locations, you wouldn't survive
Exposed to a murder, just at the age of five
Spoke about it more than once, over time
Never thought about the years, it was molded in my mind
A pool of blood on the concrete, was honestly
A memory engraved, on that day, they let their guns speak
Pointed it at Me and Tasha, and told us, go back in the store
Dropped the ice cream, trying to make it in the door
While inside, man we heard a couple more
Shots from the Glock, the violence never stops
The sirens from the cops, was kind of, like a hood alarm
Ain't no sunshine, but we withstood the storms
Like we born, just to die in this hell
You try to prevail, then odds are, you die by them shells
Crazy how some gang members, tend to die by themselves
Brothers Fred, Martin, & Malcolm, was silenced as well, damn

It's crazy, how the hood, will try to sacrifice ya
Fake friends, they pretend, they don't have to like ya
I'm just writing, what I witnessed, with my own eyes
In the slums, we don't seem to live them long lives
It's crazy, how the hood, will try to sacrifice ya
Fake friends, they pretend, they don't have to like ya
I'm just writing, what I witnessed, with my own eyes
In the slums, we don't seem to live them long lives

(2'Pac Speaks)