Paradox AON - Another Candle текст песни

Yo

Man, whats up

You know whats up brother, come on man

Bruh hold on, hold up, hold up

Naw man I aint holdin up man

What the fuck

Might be the realest shit I ever wrote

I think I'm finally startin to matter

Next step on the latter

People wanna do me bad

I think I finally see their patterns

When I'm up and doing good they say we knew he could

When I'm down and hurtin bad they say we knew he would (Bitch aint no shit)

I guess we call that human nature

We are not the same

I call that shit hatred

I'm a mother fuckin legend in my prime

Really lived in hell

In the fire, refined

I hope you can tell what I've seen in my eyes

Blood on the pavement I've got murder on my mind

Rest in peace to Jeff

I'm an outlaw till the death

Look I've got nothing left

I'm just tryna keep my breath

Watching every step

I've got a prison mind frame

One false move P.O. take me out the game

Look I've got 20 on my head

I'll put something on your head

Bitch I am a villain but a killer when I'm scared

Came up in a village

With some killers making bread

I don't understand why them bitches want me dead

Life is crazy aint it

I don't care what all you did

Look you my brother till the death

Until you in his shoes

Please don't tell him how to step

Life sentence

In his celly

Thuggin till he outta breath Killa

But where I'm from we call him Rillah

Yea we all about that money mane

Till somebody die then you feel like something ain't right

Pistol on your side so you ready for a fight

Money on your head

Boy you might not see tonight

Cold world that we livin in

I'm just grateful that I'm livin

And life goes on

So many people dying

Cry at night when I'm alone

Rolling through the moments writing my life in a song

Writing my life in a song

It's a cold, cold world (Cold, cold world)

This a real cold world (Real cold world)

Another candle let it burn (Candle let it burn)

Look everybody get a turn

I don't too much believe in nothin

Angels blowing trumpets

And eternal fires burnin

Everybodys scared to die

We all a bunch of puppets

Cut the strings

Imma try

Label me a felon

I don't feel them in my mind

I've been cultivating ways to make the people round me better

Smiley you my brother

Hit a milli

Get your bread up

Remember late night

On the field with that berretta

If they tried one of my brothers

We gon kill them

That's a bet up

Whole family bad on drugs

Made a pact to never give up

Finally met a plug and got a sack

It nearly bit us

Never thought we'd get that money

Our own people wanna kill us

Invested in some guns and told them bitches come and get us

It was us against the world

The shit I'm talking real

Couple people got killed

Think about them with a tear

I'll never show them fear

The enemy is near

I spent my whole life running from the man in the mirror

I'm runnin

That V12 and its hummin

I came up out the mud

I'm turning nothing into somethin

I'm a product of environment

Don't tell me I aint thuggin

Looked my momma in the eyes and told her promise I aint done yet

I grew up listenin to Pac

Me and Shorty on the block

9-millimeter cocked

Look you my thug till I drop