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  • T-bone »

    T-bone Tomorrow’s Not Promised текст песни

    Tomorrow’s Not Promised

    It’s 3 in the mornin

    I’m frightened, awakened by the sound of the door bell

    thoughts goin through my mind

    It’s pitch black my eyes are blind

    so I’m gettin up to see whats happ’nin

    I’m hearin voices, I’m creepin slowly just in case they gets to cappin

    I walk obviously to the door

    next thing I know these fools jumpin outta bushes got me face down on the floor

    now I’m gettin hit, kicked and pistol whipped

    And the only thing I see now is all this blood flyin in my spit

    oh my God, theyre tryin to kill the T

    And worse than that is that all these G’s was smoked down on PCP

    they threw me in my bath tub where I lie in blood

    these homies must be thinkin I live the life of a thug

    they full of hate, beatin me with pipes and weights

    And I’m lookin for a way out but there seems that there’s no escape

    Dear God, I’m wonderin can You save me

    but maybe I should die because this world got me goin crazy

    now what am I to do?, I’m sad and confused

    I’m thinkin about my family, friends and my baby Boo too

    jyeah, tears run down my eyes as I start to cry

    And I’m wonderin to myself "why do the good always have to die??"

    [Chorus]

    Tomorrow’s not promised to me or to you

    Death is knockin at your door what you gonna do?

    Tomorrow’s not promised to me or to you

    Death is knockin at your door what you gonna do?

    man, they fixin to kill me

    theyre trippin and pullin me out of my bath tub

    draggin me through my house

    hollerin cause I’m gettin socked in the mouth

    theyre stealin my possesions, gappin every thing I owns

    took my VCR and got away with 4,000 bones

    (I’m outside) they got me at gun point, tryin to deck my ride

    And God knows if I try to run itll only be suicide

    so I betta stay, but they still gone try to pull my cork

    so I better think fast cause if God don’t bless I can’t let down my guard

    I’m prayin to God some body would call (one time)

    but nobody called (one time), so I’m stuck in the midst of this crime

    hes cursin at me askin me what my combination be

    And if I don’t tell him, homie I know better, cause this be Killer Cali

    (so I told him) lock number 8-3-11

    It’s a 2-11 but don’t wanna end up in a 187

    I’m 21 but will I live to see 22

    And witness the birth of the Organized Rhyme Crew ??

    [Chorus]

    (oh no) here comes their homies in a van rollin 12 deep

    And I’m thinkin to myself "how much longer will I be gettin beat?"

    the man behind me shouts out "ese I’m killin em"

    thats when I finally came to my senses and said "im stealin em"

    I socked a man in his grill then I watched him drop

    to the pavement, I had to run or I knew that id be gettin popped

    so now they on the chase hunt tryin to capture me

    hopin to leave me dead like K from Menace II Society

    now I’m finally realizin that its true

    when God said "TOMORROW’S NOT PROMISED TO YOU"

    [Chorus]



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