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Hot Rod and Steal


They say I got that look that could kill

Mug on my face 

Mama don't think I'm a 

disgracre

Let me call my cousin

I got something to tell her

With no titles 

Blood couldn't define or seperate us

Hello?

"Sup foo"?

"Guess what happened"?

"What"?

One day chillin' at the park

Before the street lights or it was dark

Just me and my boys 

Watcching them shoot dice

They say that boy crazy in the head

Maybe he skitzo

I 'ont know

Man anyway

Cuz' loosin'

I just looked down while he on the ground

He pull out this gun

My life flashing

I'm only eighteen

They murdered me 

in cold blood

Suffering from gun wounds

Cops come and everybody

gone

I died alone

All I remember is this 

burn

And that my name was pronounced

 like a sign

I died slowly and alone

Nobody testifying

"Hello, man quit crying"!

"I can't, I miss you so much"!

"You know I love you, I 'ont want you crying".

"Just make sure one thing",

""They remember my story".

They say, "What if looks could kill"?

"They do".

"They ask, what if Heaven was a mile away"?

It is-

"You have now reached the end of your telephone 

call to Heaven

To proceed you must believe

He is your savior and give

Him your soul"

Family contacted too late

So they couldn't help a youngin' heal

How you think that made me feel?

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