O.c. - Born 2 Live

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Like the dead end kids, we used to play in the streets

Never worryin about grief, football spelled relief

Ronnie ? was the coach for us

see he taught us to play, almost every single day, OK

Now on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon

My cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few

with Sha-rone, he's bad to the bone, Boo's little sidekick

And a badass mouth, he used to feist it on Harmon Street

with Zach, Leo and Ed

Me Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes

Tommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right

At times we'd fight, but that's a-ight

Still, not realizin we had love, it showed

when we played, no phony charades against

one another, now while I write this song

It's like some are still alive and a couple are gone

[Chorus x4]

We're born to live, a life to die

Life's so damn short and I wonder why

As kids, you're overlookin death

It didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious

It was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal

Cartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like

ridin your skateboard, or bicycle

And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple

Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool

We got along, we all knew right from wrong

By far, we got a dose that life was hard

A Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car

Shocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and

death was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street

He just received an award

for Little League baseball like an hour before, plus

He didn't even get to see the summer set in

Dyin all young at the age of seven

It opened up my eyes small that the flesh was weak

As a kid, thinkin shit like that was mad deep, peep it


Now when somebody is gone, that's when you realize how close you was

how close you are.. like a star

Real deep it takes time to heal

And still from time to time you wish you could find the way to forgive

and let him know you forgave

But they can't feel six feet deep inside the grave

What's left, but attend his wake, believin if it was you

he'd do it for old time's sake, damn

I'm disturbed, by the news when I was told I was sittin

Knowin damn well Boo ain't bullshittin

My life flashed like big bills of cash

and good times we had, now it's all so sad

One of my childhood pals hit the road

When you take, to the streets, then you die, by the code

But in this case, who knows what went down?

Bottom line is wishin that he still was around

Now he found a spot in my heart, or should I say lobotomy

Mike, know you're trapped inside of me

And every other brother in Bushwick

Who rushed to your side thick, all down with the click

Yeah, God Bless he laid to rest

Call him Mike Boogie, that's what describes the nigga best


We're born to live [x4]

Like that y'all

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