-Lyrics-
[Chorus]
The node in this pain inside for so long
Though the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these streets behind me
But its so hard to escape
Oh lord please send me an angel
To leave me out of this place
Send me awaaaaaaaaay.. away.. far away, to better days
First thing I wanna do is say what up to T.I, King of the south, now everybody see why.
Im just driving and thinking how I survived here, and I aint seen Dre and Eminem in 5 years.
That sound shady right, I live a crazy life, so many black thoughts I had to paint the Mercedes white.
I can tell you about the rims, but I aint here for that. Going out like big and pac I feel for that. Take this Lambo, and put 6 holes in it, shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it. Lift the doors up and let all my demons out. I can see my brother now cuz thats what I've been dreaming bout', I aint thinking about bitches pulling beamers out, thinking about my sons safety everytime they leave the house, I know how to make it out the hood, I've seen the route and here's the proof me, venus and serena out.
[Chorus]
The node in this pain inside for so long
Though the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these streets behind me
But its so hard to escape
Oh lord please send me an angel
To leave me out of this place
Send me awaaaaaaaaay.. away.. far away, to better days
I'm Sitting on these stairs at this church, about to start a verse, and somewhere in the world somebody bout to start a hurse, tell me who inside it, who's son is that, and how we get there, and tell me who gun was that, I aint say confess, definitely aint saying snitch, but if you killed the nigga, help his mama dig his ditch, I'm from a hood where niggas gotta keep the guns cocked and kids want Dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots, but at least they got the Dre beats, cuz kids in Africa aint even got shoes on their feets and I've seen it with my own eyes at the same time Im picking flies off my own eyes, can you feel that, if you can hear them buzzin, you can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother, they lost their baby daughter and she was only three, she never got a chance to blossom on the family tree.
[Chorus]
The node in this pain inside for so long
Though the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these streets behind me
But its so hard to escape
Oh lord please send me an angel
To leave me out of this place
Send me awaaaaaaaaay.. away.. far away, to better days
We got a new president, and I love that he black, but Ima ask him like bush, where the soldiers at, now move the camera to New Orleans, where the soldiers at, the water dried up where niggas doing the Nolia clap. We all juveniles, we all been through some trials, and some tribulations, I'm in this booth pacing, what do I say next, should I talk about some cars, or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars, all my bullet wounds and my stab wounds, I cant show you, I covered them up with tattoos, I cant do nothing but spit the truth, On probation smoking drinking patrone before I hit the booth, you making songs for the club where niggas drinking, I make them for the ride home where niggas thinking, one minute you here, next minute shit is tragedy, now this is a Jim Jonsin track now feel the static.
[Chorus]
The node in this pain inside for so long
Though the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these streets behind me
But its so hard to escape
Oh lord please send me an angel
To leave me out of this place
Send me awaaaaaaaaay.. away.. far away, to better days |
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