Gemstones - Circles lyrics

rate me

He stunning in his robbing jeans

Said true religions played out

The cross of this mother dreams

He’s on the ground lay out

His child is only 17

Ambulance sound like they on round

His uncle that is saying breath

But shaunty just passing out

Claiming at his back stean

Cuz the way it’s back slouch

He knows is his last swing, he finely sais his last auch

Pants hanging to his knees

Blood running from his mouth

Pistol in his back pocket

He never got the chance to pull it out

Granny screaming Lord please

She still sees him as a boy

She never knew that he was one of these

He lived a life she never knew about

The families that he may greave

The women’s that he dug out

The child that use to break leagues

He’s heading to the mug now

I pray to God he make it throw the gates

The Bible said it’s passed out on your face

The brasses to be abbes

I pray if you don’t fight for your survival

And half of us will never escape

The one for how a smile

Cuz I know I only stay here in grace

For that I see the devil in his face

No longer in denial I know the gift from God is the leaving

To talented to let it go to waste

The cuffin know the child and seven shut out of his wake

The parents need an exit to escape

The running throw the ales, time to put another black suit on

They shut the mother in her face

The daughter (?) seven shots it only get two out

Glad to see that he never let for trace

It never went on (?)

This murder see on specially school out

It’s hard to see this happened to my face

Maybe it’s in the water, maybe it’s in the weed

Maybe it’s some kind of disorder that’s raise in the seed

Let’s break and fall it over , they petrify the (?)

Their mind are out of order, they lacking what they need

They dying right before up, detectors catch the lead

Their mother lying for ‘em, they justify their deeds

They out here dying for it

They so caught up in dreams

They probably rob you, give it up and beat

My toes and I (?) I give ‘em what they need

They shut ten miles above

Cut up and time for , not even wear jeans

That join concurs, I take a path from three

Stay in that time boy

You think it’s Palm Trees

Give him a sign Lord, they such a young breath

(?) they laying gun squeeze

This ain’t fine Lord

They hit the wrong seas

They after miles Lord (?)

Must be the crime Lord, must the strong weed

Must be the lines boy, must be the codeine

That makes the mind force, move with slow speed