Letras
Life after death means you're dead first Shots lick off and then your head bursts
Hot lead hurts Was freshman, now you rock red shirts
Bun it down until your bald head hurts Watch you fall head first, no shit
Don't think you're slick A big bad bwoy can be folded quick
Just like any likkle yout can hold a blick, But can he take the pressure when he's holding it
That's the question But the answer is life's a lesson that you must learn
Life's confessions in essence is blessings So when the pressure come, you better skip your turn
Who you impressin? Show a little concern Shine your light and let the devil sunburn
Let us reaffirm the truth This concern the youth, be out before your turn to shoot
Be out Be out!
Be out Be out!
Be out Be out!
Be out Be out!
Yeah, he out livin' surrounded by sadness Intoxication to poison to madness
He tries to cancel the noise to find balance And silence in the middle of drugs, death, and violence
Best friend mother is abusive While his own mother is a user
Where does he go to in the world When there's pain everywhere that he chooses
Fightin' everyday not to lose it Goin' to school, he tryna cover the bruises
Tryin' to do better, but his people are losers They'd rather be cool for the moment so ambition is useless
Internal struggles and troubles, this shit is confusing
Usin' in the dull world He just follows the truth, he from a dark world
But he'd rather stay boozed up Tryin' not to slip into cracks
But can't see upside the shit that he used to
Be out!