Testo So Long - Silk
Testo della canzone So Long (Silk), tratta dall'album War Wit Everyone
I just thought, every time I get locked up I never say bye
So I just, I'ma tell everybody so long
Saying bye to the block 'cause I'm leaving again
So long to the streets, I'm headed back to the pen
There's a lot going on and I just can't take it
Used to joke on the yard and say it's overrated
Fell right back in the mix, won't be long 'fore I'm gone
It'll be said and done by the time you hear this song
So long
So long
I look around and wonder if half of 'em know
What it's like gangbanging and selling some dope
Just to get by, not just to get high
Daylight or midnight, it don't matter, on site
I'm writing, it don't matter what the fuck I'm doing
Wasn't blessed with luxuries like choosing
I had to sell dope 'cause I had to survive
Along with dope dealing comes packing a nine
Along with all that comes blasting at crews
Who try to hit me up while I'm doing what I do
You don't like me, well I don't like you
And it has nothing to do with you wearing all blue
I was in high school getting off bags
My friend said he needed a strap, it's all bad
Borrowed one from my connect, I'll bring it back
Now we're both strapped in black, steady looking for tracks
Saying bye to the block 'cause I'm leaving again
So long to the streets, I'm headed back to the pen
There's a lot going on and I just can't take it
Used to joke on the yard and say it's overrated
Fell right back in the mix, won't be long 'fore I'm gone
It'll be said and done by the time you hear this song
So long
So long
I miss all the money but I don't miss the bullshit
Being paranoid about the narcs and getting hit
Phone calls and home calls at three AM
Please be remembered, you're just a knock and not my friend
I'm still paranoid but these days it's 'bout parole
Still trying to figure out how much my PO know
The money is low and I'm tempted to go back
Make a phone call, let 'em know I'm back on track
Bitches play games but I still keep 'em on the side
I'm stuck drunk at the bar and I might need a ride
Little brother's still in prison, I let him know I miss him
The little voice told us not to but we didn't listen
Friends is gone, homies is locked
Fresh out the lab, just paroled to the block
I'm back, yeah I'm here but it ain't a big deal
'Cause in a sense I swear this shit don't feel real
Saying bye to the block 'cause I'm leaving again
So long to the streets, I'm headed back to the pen
There's a lot going on and I just can't take it
Used to joke on the yard and say it's overrated
Fell right back in the mix, won't be long 'fore I'm gone
It'll be said and done by the time you hear this song
So long
So long
Had to, had to, I tried getting a job
But they ain't paying shit, and working ain't hard
Spent my whole check one day at the mall
That there ain't worth it and that's what I saw
Ran into my old connect at the bar
He gave me a hug and his number, told me call
We ended up kicking it all night, hella hard
Talking 'bout the plot and how we gon' ball
Sitting back, looking at my name up on the wall
Right under the blueprint of my downfall
That's why I got ready for whatever on my chest
I had straps in the ride, gotta go to prison
You waiting on me to die, you gon' be waiting for a minute
Might've left for a minute but I'm running back up in it
Not the end of the story, homeboy I ain't finished
Swear I love it out here but right now I don't feel it
Credits
Writer(s): Andrea Monica Martin, Andres Federico Levin Wulff, Camus Celli
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