Testo Til I Die - Classik
Testo della canzone Til I Die (Classik), tratta dall'album Made, Vol. 18: First Class
Ridin', survivin'
Looking for a place that I can hide in
I'm rollin' through the land of no man
Drugs sales, gunshots, cops patrollin'
So I gotta keep it movin' 'til I die
Always keep it a hundred 'til I die
Uh, make the most of every movement 'til I die
Either hate me or love me 'til I die
Pay attention while I paint this picture for ya
Murder was the case, mama couldn't afford a lawyer
Daddy was gunned down in the streets, older brother is a soldier
None of 'em went to college, none of 'em got no diplomas
Yeah, he was young and he was dumb, yeah, he grew up in the slums
Did something he will regret but can never be undone
All because they asked him where he from
(Where he from, where he from, where he from)
Uh, let that sink in
All because they asked him where he from
In front of his homies so he can't be no punk
Four shots to the chest make his body slump
And remember just like you, he was somebody's son
Now it's done, heard the police, the first thing was to run
Had to jump the fence and drop the gun
Police came and dropped them bricks on him
Homies had them lips on 'em
The same ones he acted hard for snitched on him
Oh Lord
Ridin', survivin'
Looking for a place that I can hide in
I'm rollin' through the land of no man
Drugs sales, gunshots, cops patrollin'
So I gotta keep it movin' 'til I die
Always keep it a hundred 'til I die
Uh, make the most of every movement 'til I die
Either hate me or love me 'til I die
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Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Leland Clopton, Kristopher Campbell
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