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    T-bone It’S Ok текст песни

    It’S Ok

    I show ya how to do it now homie, cuz its ok
    To make positive music now baby, put all of the guns away
    I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas, but I’m trying to make a change
    Cuz there’s to many of my dogs and comrades, homies done past away

    Coming up in my early days, I was raised around blacks and essays
    And thugs wit short tempers that are quick to spray
    Then throw up a gang sign reppin they set
    I’m from the west man, this is bout as hard as it gets
    Tha projects saturated wit drugs and dealers
    And the streets consist of the guns and cold killas
    It’s bad enough man the odds is against me
    And homies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke hemp trees
    They say the only way for me to push Bentley’s is ride and bust bullets till the whole clip empty
    All these demons slowly trying to tempt me
    You’ll never make a difference bone, but God sent me to
    Revolutionize the style the used to
    And reach all of the gangstas in them khakis and zoot suits
    Came to try to make some of you open your eyes
    And realize what really happens homie after you die

    Will the killing ever cease, it’s like we got a sick disease
    That makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streets
    Gotta break the generational curse, hurts to see these young brothers getting hauled off in a hearse What’s worse, is we promote it though songs and movies
    Banned the passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and Uzis
    Then we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flying
    Gangsta’s riding and gangs multiplying, at such fast rapid rate
    Could it be all the hero’s man kind create
    We teach children how to murder in these video games
    So all they do is imitate what’s inside of their brain
    Cuz to them all of the killing is cool, so they pack in the backpacks then shoot up the school
    And then leave them other children wounded and dead
    Then realize what they did and turn the gun to they head

    Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creep
    Throw up em blue flags, C-walk to tha beat, blast from tha jeep
    Then leave you in tha back of your seat, face down in a pool of blood
    Resting in peace, mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceased
    Bullets flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha streets
    It’s a war zone where we willing, patnas dying and got collect calls from tha prison
    Twice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglars
    Pimps, and curb servers and golden state warriors
    That ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life
    In a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get mail
    Where destiny is hell, you should a known gangstas never retire
    It’s blood, blood out, homie, devil’s a liar

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