Came from nothing
Coming for everything
Fast cars, big houses
And all expensive things
I want it all
I pray I never fall
God walk with me
Show me how to ballI'm back to reality
Focused on my mission gotta get it
By any means i want the green
But do you REALLY know what I mean?
Green grass Picket fence
Kids in the front yard
throwing frisbees with the dogsIt's a lot to life we gotta grow through
Jump them hurdles, sprang ya ankle & just endure the pain
Time heals all wounds & with it comes gainPlay the game team player & don't make no frenemies
Yea them playas really ya enemies
Playing field wit you throwing up benjies
Same day at the bitch house throwing dick In her kidneysThat's how life goes
Stay G and play ya role
Focus on you and keep them real ones close
Don't let them roaches in ya front do'
Outsiders ain't welcome here, close dat back doorCount up & live this life to fullest
Ya going far young gangsta
You gon be the realest
The mob ties made us, the mafia hated us, & we only became a product of what they made us. They wanted credit for His power and control to gain & dominate their own families. But the only One powerful enough to govern the lives of this FAMILY, is Allah. The original Creator. His face is not seen amongst others, His voice may not be heard through the crowd, but He is felt within us. That is the love of a Savior.
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The Voice
Historical FictionThe story of OTF through the lens of a lover & partner. The sadness, the wounds, the pain, the suffering... the darkness must be endured before learning to appreciate the joy in sources of light which illuminates humble beauty. 🖤 All music featured...