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b.k.p. - my block (pii) كلمات الأغنية

intro:
d-mn, take a look, at my block
this block, that’s right! heh
listen this mothaf-ckin way

verse 01:
this got a n-gga
sheddin tears, reminiscin drinkin his sixth beer
cause sh-t is kinda depressin for me this past year
i appear as a man that can hold his breath, my hearts stressed
the underlying hurt that’s in my chest, my life’s a mess
and no rest for me cause dearly, my eyes stay teary
and too that lady that i rhyme bout as my enemy
life is crazy, how i’m a fade in your memory
but at times unnecessary, i’m getting worried
teardrops and single status, this event was so tragic
and now i rhyme these harsh events in words
what can i do when i’m restless, but who cares
life as a depressed boy ain’t for me, cause i’d rather apologize
but can’t stop cryin through this despair
i wonder if the lord still cares, for us n-ggas who ain’t care
and i do care if you are alive
the only time you notice a n-gga is when i’m textin you every four-five
my life just ain’t the same
cause all i do is rhyme about how i miss you and how i’m a shame
and i need to shut my trap
but i ain’t given up on our love, it’s all i have when i think back
hoes show me love, never the love you we shared
forever hop cause it don’t stop… on my block

hook:
liven life is but a dream
hard times is all we seen (on my block)
every block is kind to me
but on the block we still pray
but on the block we still pray

verse 02:
now i constantly feel pain, in my heart, it never fails to be ie in my thoughts
can’t never worry of her pain, when bwee never calls
constantly crying as well, when will i make bail
and in a sense i’m sucidal when i hit real life
stayin trapped forever with this past life
god help me, cause my darling, can’t see me
so i resort to smoking weed, my mind’s a struggle
can’t even sleep cause all this dirt broke my shovel
put in work and shed tears for just to see my baby
mislead from childhood still fixin them mistakes i make daily
tis this day i still pray for a better way
can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
when she was born she shaded me from the dark
i couldn’t quit the p-ssy sh-t makes me represent
got a call said she missed me, everywhere i went
in my heart, i heard her voice out here walkin alone
i close my eyes and picture home… on my block

hook:

verse 03:
and i can’t help but wonder if, my mom looks at me as a bad guy
from arguments to bad grades and a goodbye
freakin pride and drama, don’t coincide
mama’s cry for broken lives, family comes inside
cause my hood was filled wit danger
used to be a closed knit community but now they cold strangers
times change us to coupe with our relations
now i hear my granny don’t give two f-cks about black life
but i ain’t gonna f-ckin diss her
my mama’s always been there when i’ve needed help with life
sh-t’s real, i know ya feel, n-gga’s agony
a single mother with a problem child, bullied free
hangin out pickin up trouble, getting -ss kicked
askin girls for smooches hopin i can get a kiss from em
it’s a man’s world, stayin mapped
fantasies of a n-gga livin phat, but held back
my dreams can make the night seem hopeless
wide eyed and never lose focus… on my block

hook:

verse 04:
i go to block parties with my n-ggas lastin way past daylight
a young n-gga saddened tis this day, right?
now i play dead with my homies to get some -ss stuck in ways
i miss my boo, but it’s tough on a man, in my mind
i see the same mothaf-ckin lady
who taught me not to be lazy slip up fall, but i miss her crazy
i know she will never understand this
growing up in this world a n-gga who is scandalous
i reminisce on tha good times, fast times
tryin to get her to watch a movie for the sixth time
can’t explain, just what attracts me to this ladies name
some fame, some extra change, and some nasty game
and what’s strange i just wanted her to know i loved her, even though i cheated
and all these girls make a n-gga sick
i hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
for all them n-ggas that relate to what i’m sayin… from my block

hook:

outro:
you know that i love you no matter what
i think of you from morning to evening to the afternoons
snack wrap tell your joc she getting too old for me she needa slow down
i love you both, to my mama i love you no matter what
and too them n-ggas who relate
thug life too the real mothaf-ckin g’s rise up
r.i.p makaveli r.i.p chris wallace, r.i.p eazy
and baby i’ma be home soon don’t you worry

- b k p

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