paroles de chanson Shenron - Napoleon Da Legend

After the sunshine the rain come back
Had a few good days and then the pain come back
Back to basics Shaolin stretches on my yoga mat
I rather forks on the road than a cul-de-sac
Swollen lymph nodes bulging out my neck
Still hit the gym up bulking up my legs
Protein ain't cutting it got me wondering
What Dolph Lundgrun did in rocky couldn't get in touch with him
Calendula tea on my peninsula
Trying to cope mood swinging like a pendulum
If I had one wish man I don't know
Maybe bring back the dead who didn't wanna go
Then again why?
It hurts on earth
The cycle's birth re-birth back to the dirt on earth
Shit I can't tell there's a few perks on earth
Ya biggest gift, can then become a curse on earth
Sad, when good relationship go bad
Took for granted what u had, now you can't go back
Trying to slow down but days are going faster now
Kawhi Leonard with the clippers not the raptors now
Change is constant mad souls get lost and found
When on the come up ideas get tossed around
Ms. Bisi "Imani House" she lost a daughter
Ignored at the hospital insurance under water
Some worship logos some rock clothes to stay warm
Spent hours on the court to shoot jays with great form
When you build with right one then the knowledge stay born
How this art form turn into a modern day porn
Sex money murder black women getting kidnapped
Sex traffic bodies getting traded where the tricks at
Gang related artists yes poverty is heartless
Flip side culture flourishes where death hits the hardest

If I had wish
I'd probably ask for 5 more
Better health maybe more time life so short
If I had wish
I'd probably ask for 5 more
Better health maybe more time life so short

Nor can time unmake what the poets know
Overdosing on rum late night
At the playground trynna get my pump fake right
Remember meeting Ose Reggie
With my boy hoping that my demo would get me
A way out my crazy grind was crazy times
Had a little lady down in Harlem she was fine
Was looking to be signed we was trying the best way we knew
We had a few songs that could have blew
Couple of radio joints we hit the stage like
Took a couple shots to the face for the stage fright
Drunk driving back home trying not to dose
These were things we did looking for that pot of gold
Love and recognition justifying our existence
In this cold world either you the hunter or the victim
Chasing bags dark circles bags under eyes
Hoop dreams long gone I was mad undersized
Fuck a job tho that shit was like death to me
And the way they treated us that shit would get to me
Looking in the mirror my future self stepped to me
Said it had to thank me cause it had a debt to me
That's the pep talk I needed and the thought got seeded
Reminded who we are when I'm forgetful I'm a feed it
Easy to get caught sleeping at the flee market
And forgetting what you worth searching for the cheap option
Barbershop cutting off few inches off the top
My Hustle got smarter shortcut! to the top
Pursuit of happiness with grass root savviness
Black dude matching substance smooth packaging
"Ready to live" Wake Self I'm on my path again
I let it come to me no longer chasing after it

If I had wish
I'd probably ask for 5 more
Better health maybe more time life so short