Subject: Loco - Street Story Wed Apr 10, 2013 4:19 pm
[Talking] Loco Deleon, uh'? Graduated Corner High, know'm talking 'bout? Shii', my papa died by the gun, I'll die by the gun and if I ever have a son he pro'ly die by the same.
[First & Only Verse - Starting at 0]
Here's the story of my ambitions as a ridah. I'm looking at my sister then I look up at my brother. Three more kids grewing up without a father. Mama's fucked up, rents-bills swallowing her. So I graduated Corner High, had no choice to become an hustler. She slowly seen her baby boy became a paper-chaser. As always, shit turned wrong, the drama just takin' over. Shit I wish he shot me instead he shot my brother. Don't worry 'bout nothang, boy, I got shit covered. Our mother, I hug her, I told her that you loved her. Started hang with new nig', all I got is a dolla 'n a dream. Just wan' be a famous rapper and make it to eighteen. Six years since that day, boy, I'm still in this game. Tryn'a change the frame but the picture still the same. I spit pain 'cause that's all I really ever know. I guess it's what it's when you grew up in the ghetto. Walking down the block with my nig', talking in slang. With that smile on my face, I just heard them ''bang''. Four caps on my body, a nig' brang me closer to my faith. Uncousious in a pool of blood, smashed by death. Busting two more caps, tryn'a settle my destiny. Atleast for the fisrt time ever, nigga felt stress-free. I heard a familiar voice ''Bra', come here to me''. It might have been my brother, I couldn't quite see. I told him ''I can't go it's too much I'll miss.'' Never had a child, never gave my wife a kiss. Asking the lord why he took me away that young? ''With such lifestyle, son. You won't live that long''. Bullets burning? I felt like I was on fire. Such a karma, being victim of my own empire. I can't win against the lord, seems I was born a sinner. No matters what I'm always guilty, I was born nigga. Medical's miracle, doctors said I was a fighter. I got my'self more time 'fore a nigga fuck me over. Lord, it's cold out here, what can I say? They said the good die young, I must be on my way. Don't worry 'bout nothing, boy, I'm closer to my faith. If I die a twenty, I guess I must've been great.
Subject: Loco - Street Story 
Wed Apr 10, 2013 4:19 pm