Light a candle

Lyrics

Intro: You know what it is man, it's your man Rico Belic straight outta fucking Warsaw I dedicate this song to my grand-father, without whom I wouldn't be who I am right now today Walk with me! Part 1: They wanna throw me in a cage with the lions See me drownin' in a pool full of Sharks They want me to dyin' They crave for my downfall so I'm rapin' the verse Heard these fools is spiritual So I take them to church Suited up in a wooden box These little cowards would always hate behind my back Nah, man, they wouldn't box I can see the shadows on the floor They changed, they don't have that attitude before Like they don't havе the gratitude no more Wе used to be close to them We used to be friends that used to be foes We used to get hoes together, get dough together And when times got rough we was broke together 'till grief replaced loyalty Beef replaced harmony That's why I couldn't believe in them honestly Sometimes I sit down and stare at the wall Looking back on my life Wish I could have done more – Come on! Refrain: Light a candle up, for every lost soul You win some you lose some in the cross-roads Life is what you make it Choose the right path I've overcome the pain and left the grief in the past Light a candle up, for all the lost soldiers Pour out a little liquor And hope that the Lord notice' The struggle we go through day by day I look at pictures of 'em And can't even say they names – damn! Looking back at my life, I realize not so much I did right Forgive me my wrongs, but Lord I paid the price But I'm lost inside and I can't find a way out Tell me why, I can't cry, even though I'm feeling as blue as the sky 'cause every single day we dyin', every single day we flyin' Part 2: I shared tears shared blood for my brother He went and sold drugs to his mother Took the money, took the drugs from his mother But still without a doubt they loved one another Life is fucked up don't mess it up for the worse Don't ever put family last and hustlin' first That's what the old heads taught me I'd rather be a broke-ass bum Than the writer of a dope-head story But it ain't always peaches and cream So he puts ? green Makin' money is more important than saving a soul You can take a life instead of takin' control - you're lost ?The line is crossed now the cross won't help ya? Can't run, can't drive, your cause won't help ya It's inside, underneath the frame Your soul is crumbled like flowers without rain