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Killarmy - Full Moon lyrics
Chorus> When I came to you there on that cold telephone pole horror of the night and you came out to meet me and then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings <9th Prince> Congratulations you coming home next month Humble as a monk We celebrate with Crystal and skunk The family's large It's hard being God Still take charge come home to a massage A line of credit cards with a Land Cruiser parked in the garage And trying to make up for the times when you was gone Being locked up while my heart was torn You wrote me letters Telling me when you come home things will be much better I mailed you a pair of Tims for a Wu-Wear sweater Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather In difficult times it's hard to maintain I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain And that rain is pain For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane Forced to stay awake Late nights it's hard to sleep When I peek Cause the kitchen's chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me Mental explosion when I meditate over by Taca Lake Thoughts remain calm like the ocean Puff a little war potion Everything relates to emotion When I stare at the stars surrounded by trees Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf Blown away by wind realities Strong breeze, but you're free I took the block off the horn So let knowledge be born Blood brothers forever Killa B's on the swarm <Chorus> <Killa Sin> Dom P's (?) past, guns blast I recollect on the past On how we ran wild together Chasing cash and ass Small time thing Managing stings for nugget rings Went back far like acorn fights on modern swings Kingpin style, juveniles raised with major flav Tenth grade came went on our own and severed ways Never realized Poppy would die or leave my side Homicide never I visualize better You live forever in my heart son Mentally dunn we roll together No years past I still hear blasts as guns flashed My nigga run fast he sumble to a lifeless crash On the concrete my leg felt weak I couldn't eat let alone sleep This shit is way beyond bone deep Now I sip beers Shed a few tears with our peers Play the rears Do the knowledge through glares and cold stares Yo it's hard kid I swear to my unborn this war's going on Veterans taking falls to young pawns But I stay strong and try to move on And live life to the fullest Rest in peace to the God who took a bullet <Chorus |
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