This Goes Out

The saga begins
My poetry deep i never fell
I ain't your average cat
Writing in my book of rhymes
Kid you know
I bring it to you live
Lonjevity

Remember that nas shit
Speak with criminal slang
That mobb deep
Take these words home
And think it through
That kool g rap (Yeah)
Keep it real
Inside the battlefield
I love that shit
Understandable smooth shit
That murderers move with
I need that shit (It goes to you) (Ha)
Every rhyme i write

This goes out to
All those that's dead and gone
Going out to you (Graveyards is buried with kings)
I hold on to your memory
And be strong
Your picture's on the wall (For my people under the stairs)
This goes out to
All those who i have wronged
I know i did you wrong
(Don't make me have to call your name out)
Forgive me for
I know (Uh uh) not what I've done (Uh uh)
I know it won't be long (Born alone die alone)

Chosen and blessed
Soaking in sweat
Holding some hen
While I'm loading a tech
Don't know me homee
Best show me respect
I'm loco no motive
And known as a vet
A soldier that's grown
From the stone and cement
Patron on my breathe
Stoned and I'm bent
Smoking the potentest
Only the best
To lower the pressure
Going through measures
Coping with stress
My dome is a wreck
Clothes a month old
And my home is a mess
Roll in a lex
But broke and depressed
Flow til my death
And my soul is at rest
Only if heaven'll open the fence
The ghost of my homees will Throw me a wrench
Just knowing I'm next
Each poem and sentence
Is wrote with finesse
It's better to go
From a hole in the head
No question the best
Is alone in your bed
Each moment is precious
Cuz everything gets old
And goes in the end
Floating like polo
No holding your breath
Reckless and cold
As a soviet jet
Get nova like scotia
But solar like lens
Like oceans eleven
This goes to my friends
Who died and was stolen
From growing ahead (it goes to you)
Cuz time is the only thing
Posing a threat

This goes out to
All those that's dead and gone
(Graveyards is buried with kings)
Going out to you
I hold on to your memory
And be strong
Your picture's on the wall (For my people under the stairs)
This goes out to
All those who i have wronged
I know i did you wrong (Don't make me have to call your name out)
Forgive me for
I know not what I've done
I know it wont be long (Born alone die alone)

Suicide mind state
Boosting the crime rate
Who wanna die
I can use em like live bait
School em like pai mei
Pulling your eye away
Grew up on myspace
Music on pirate bay
Cruising the highway
Booming that my way
Luniz in nine eight
School flipping dimes
Was a lucrative time frame
Two for the five
Rolling loosies like primates
Dru in his prime
Was like cube up in friday
Fools come in sideways
Use em like driveways
Ruin ya spine
When I'm shooting
From wide range
Dude from the tristate
Tupac's alive
Out in cuba in skyscrape
Choosing to hide away
Proof in his lines say
Rules to the rhyme game
True to the grind
Til my pupils won't dilate
Losing my mind
But I'm euthanized
Wide awake
Truth in the lies
It's a cruel and unkind fate
Truly a blind date
Fools to the wise
You just food up on my plate
Chew em alive
But they ruining my taste
Fuel for the fireplace
Used to rewind tapes
Juicy to hydrate
Cooley was high
On my Q-tip to find a way
Kool G and nas play
Wu and sum nine
Kept my woofers on vibrate
Boots with the coogi
A beautiful time and place
Pray when i fly
You place tulips on my grave
(My grave)

This goes out
To all those dead and gone
(Graveyards is buried with kings)
Going out to you
I hold on to your memory
And be strong
Your picture's on the wall (For my people under the stairs)
This goes out to
All those who i have wronged
I know i did you wrong (Don't make me have to call your name out)
Forgive me for
I know not what I've done (Please forgive me)
I know it wont be long (Born alone die alone)
It'll be your very
Last time breathing
That's how the game goes true



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Roberts
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