GhettoNintendo
chill its a secret b
Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted
Yo' tell the judge I be happy to pay him off if he's with it
My flesh and blood, hauled off to the cell
I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell
Headed for coffin or jail, to never try is the ultimate fail
But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves
Deep, I guess I love a lot
Because the more I do my thang the more I feel the guilt and shame that my brother's not
Reminisce as we was kids screaming "fukk a cop"
Guess he took it serious, for me that shyt was just for props
Arms too skinny to hug the block
I found comfort in my dreams, of things seen on the screen of fortune and fame
Decisions, decisions, the Porsche or the Range
I take a trip back to the 'Ville only corpses remain
Some of them nikkas still breathing but they dead inside
Victims of a genocide
Tears fill my eyes dawg
- Cole
holy fukk
