Mona Lisa

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The RoadTsu-Surf

This one for the road
Not the bitches, not the drama
Not my TEC or the chopper
Not my daughter, not her momma
Not my enemies or friends, not a loss or win
Or the hood, even though it's six times ten
Not the pills, even though they make me feel
Like everything worth it
And we still pushing up the hill

Not the buzz or the shine, can't hold this, so fuck the time
Shit be flying, you be living, before you know it you dyin'
It's just for the road
Everything seem to happen so fast, we drive slow
Heard you'd appreciate the trip more than the destination
That's why we're in the car celebratin'
Some niggas talk to you cause of hate
Some niggas straight out of fear
But keep your eyes out your rear view
These objects be closer than they appear
He actually learned more from his father at a distance
Than he ever would have learned
Seeing him every morning in that kitchen
Or backyard baseball pitchin'...
Shit, how ironic

I know that's about a hundred miles back
But it's still the same track, we're just on a different lap, I relapse
Still remember coming home from school
Wasn't bangin', wasn't strap
Man, they told me grandma died, I collapsed
Heart got cold, world got black
The set got a new homie, I think I got a MAC
Definitely wasn't all cause of that
But I gotta say it's more cause of that
Shit whatever though
Funny how the seasons change, a uragano (road)
My heart ain't never heal, I swear I'm feeling better though
They only see my tats and the scars, what I bang
They ain't never hang where I hang
From the number blocks, over to North Newark
All through South Ward, shit this so Newark
Down the net, still catching wreck
Bookers try and book us (??) got better yet
Stop to think like why would that man not need his gun
Or don't think and be the last time that man see his son
Would thoughts like these send me to Hell?
Sunday morning is the first
Momma got me in church, I'm missing sales

That was like the last few thousand miles
I could paint a whole mural, y'all crowd around
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