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DRAG-ON lyrics : "The Way Life Is"

[Verse 1]
Listen up, yo, %#@! I get upset if I see a ^!$$%, layin in his sweats
With blood comin out his head like sweat, knowin I could be next

So, what about all the babies that aint fully born
That's less fortunate, like that man walkin with one arm
They tried to throw me up in a orphanage, with all the kids

But I stayed up in the offices cuz they couldn't get me, off a kid
It's sad when a good mother put hard work
Like wash clothes, off the %#@! we played on and got hurt

Why she gotta pay for the dirt
Cuz her only son is up the street with the whole block sour
Cuz you know bodies lay for 'bout for eight hours

Wanna talk about our chrome whips
There's ^!$$%s out there don't own %#@!
While we sit at home and bone a (*##$ while ^!$$%s is homeless

See ^!$$%s get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price
Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had to go %#@!
Found her up the steps a bloody mess, hopeless

It wasn't cops cuz only street ^!$$%s empty the whole clip
Ya know this


[CHORUS x2: Case and Drag-On]
People come, people go, that's the way life is
(and I heard that)

I don't know what to do, guess I just have to laugh
(and we heard that)


[Verse 2]
Yo bullets don't have no name
Or maybe y'all ^!$$%s should get better aim

And stop puttin these innocent people in pain
It's a damn shame that life aint, nothin but a game
And we all at the 4th quarter, cuz our time is shorter and shorter

Cuz y'all got time to tap our phones and hear the orders
And stop the !@%!e from comin across the waters
But y'all can't stop the slaughters

Or the people from starvin
The guns is not standin still, they still revolvin
Uptight and still mobbin

Blacks still sling cracks and know I know why they call it
Fishscale, from Columbia to New York on a boat the %#@! sells
Tell a weak !@^%, and when I score

I'ma open up my door and give to the poor
Til they tell me they don't even want no more
Y'all keep raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids

And categorize us on, where we live like by on broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed in projects serious
And why y'all call it a project, are we an experiment?


[CHORUS x2]


[Verse 3]
Yo, I wasn't tryin to be a slave
Or encaged up with braids

I was saved by a guy with a older age with grades
Told me the other ways to get paid, than lettin my gun wave
We know you brave, get yo' %#@! tight and here's a pen

It's much lighter, like click click, that's a gun sound
Blau! That's a round now hit the ground
That's what Drag learns cuz his pop's back was turned

Now call the cops, what about that gat that just got pungin
Or that kid that got it 41 times, you call that justice?
If it is, then what the $#&@ is this

Somethin I must have just missed
Maybe Christmas and get a nut off, we get our hot water cut off
Off my Timbs I wipe the mud off, cuz I put the stomp in it

Pretty rivers, and lakes and ponds, Drag was in a swamp in Bronx
Well death is where I coulda gone
Cuz where I'm from the bullets long

Y'all see the news, but why my block gang got no footage on
Cuz my life is like a movie, when you die, aint no comin back %#@!
So if one of y'all get shot, ^!$$% handle it


[CHORUS x4 to fade]

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