Lyrics

[Hook: Marcel Jackson] If you only knew where I've been Things that I've seen The pain and the hurt The losing to win If you could walk in my shoes To see how it feel You would change your mind From the outside looking in [Sevin Duce] Seven Duce.. what's good big boss? Blood stained verbs paint pictures on the curbs canvas Disturbed and damaged trying to manage cuz loyalty vanished Life a TV show every episode is manic Out in Kansas and sorry we are not campin' Just a bear that spilt porridge in a peeled taurus what a warrior War he was built for it As far as disrespect he'll still kill for it He's cold hearted and inside of his chilled ??? Heart of a minister with sinister thoughts Feelin' so broke I don't know my soul could be bought Dream of a queen yes but rather slide with a thot Got a bible in the stick colder than me on the Glock Uh, I just pray for when the sin come Can be sole provider for my daughter's with no income It's real in the field taking losses trying to win some And there's no peace in the streets can you send some? [Hook: Marcel Jackson] If you only knew where I've been Things that I've seen The pain and the hurt The losing to win If you could walk in my shoes To see how it feels You would change your mind From the outside lookin in [Verse 2: Sevin] Yo it's real... it's really real Ay ay To the average I'm gettin cabbage and living lavish Status like a VVS Forged by the ave I'm too savage to let them see me stressed Deployed to battle I travel that's why you see me less And if you gon' come for my saddle you better be the best These people see the blessings they don't see the test How he's depressed and he definitely needs to be refreshed They'd rather murder me than see me blessed Cuz they publicly broadcasting my services no PBS 'He's going deep better throw him a rubber' I used to eat what you'd throw in the gutter Trying to do my best to make sure that a man of God Is what I'm showing my brother And how a real G don't fear nobody blowin' his cover I keep 100 on the bottom of the weapon in fact The drum be lookin like the chop come with a testicle sack Niggas play with it I stay with it The cater can have your momma lookin' like a Raider fan Dressed up in black That's why my music got a message attached We feelin' strangulated Look at all these gang related that's up in Sac The conditions in the west been known But they don't offer us no counseling For post traumatic stress syndrome Why'd he get murdered cuz he left his home He wanted his name in lights He gon' have to settle for 'em etched in stone I got grown man problems makin' baby cheese Bills comin' once a month like when my lady bleeds A single father gotta teach my son his ABC's Same time I'm out here rockin' tours like they made of keys And the madness is people always covet what my status is Like lookin' at my lady sayin' "my girl ain't as bad as his!" But what they don't see this dime I'm wit got AIDS though And your lady came with everything you prayed for So be grateful for her and just be faithful And appreciate the time you've been given cuz you can't make mo' I was born in hell but I was Christ destined Where you can get the wrong answer for the right question I used to feel like light left him in the night section Where you can get your life lessened due to life lessons Take it blow it shake it throw it You're fake you'll never know it til the dice restin' My only concern was blowing up But now it's growing up Cuz I could get rich and still end up failing my people Cuz I don't know enough [Hook: Marcel Jackson] If you only knew where I've been Things that I've seen The pain and the hurt The losing to win If you could walk in my shoes To see how it feels You would change your mind From the outside lookin in