The truth (K- Mulahh)

The truth


IM a long shot but I still make moves and breathe
‘Cause this life is all I got
I tried to write but I stressed my girl and she sight a lot
I tried to write but good intentions don’t really buy a lot
This is an island fool of long shot, but the streets and the corners is all we got   yeah
Yo, check the snapshot.
Right now some ghetto child is thinking, when I big up I’m gonna get me some big Malagasy links
And he zone out staring at the roaches in the sink
And even tho the star shine down on him, he on the brink
And he ain’t no got no jump shot, so its Micky D’s or the streets, and what do you think?
We aint the only ones on the long shot brink.
Check it!!
I wanna take it back, to before you felt less then.
I want the voice back, to how we bless then
‘Cause this is my life and you can’t have this,
Even though yo mama told you could probably handle it
This is the balad of the a long shot in case you can’t understand it.
‘Cause we live in boxed up in concrete and steel, on what should be called a devils island.
But the stakes are so high
-if you close your eye and listen
I think this is where god lives!
There is godness in the river, hoping to wash our sins
But this scare I carry aint definitive ‘cause we all got marks that show we lived.
But we weren’t supposed to make it this far but we still here,
And got mad love to give ‘cause we all up in this
Weather we be either both sons or fathers
If you feeling your boy I need you to holler!!!!!!!!!!!*2
If you feeling like a long shot              hollerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!
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