SEVIN - Heathinz Tearz lyrics

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[Intro:]

Uh, Yeah, Speak for my people

That's the only way i know how

[Verse 1:]

I was born through a cold loc that became hot

I shed tears for my dead peers like rain drops

Same spot invested wit caine rock

So many po-po, I used to think they was usin my block to train cops

Hoppin outta crown victoria's hang glocks

Hounds sniff the dane spot, So many homies became locked

If you got anything less than 10 friends up in the pen, Then we ain't from the same block

Dawg, We can't starve so we can't stop

Can't ball, So we can't cop

Ain't large, So we can't drop

We hang hard in the yard wit cats puffin cigars sippin 'ac wit tats and tank tops

Are we the same? I think not

If you got time to sleep, Then our lives, They ain't linked to the same clock

Cause where I'm from, It's a pain pot

Of slugs'll rip through ya ribs and lungs, Shoot out ya back

Hit somebody's infant son, Then you collapse from the same shot

And after that, Niggaz still ain't shot

Death is the rerun my network televised

They said i have the face of an angel but wit hellish eyes

We seen arms get torn from torsos, Disconnected by gauge slugs

Still are expected to stay thug, Marks keep snitches on the phone stay bugged

First time i made love was wit a tray snub

This heinous livin be paintin visions until insane we driven

To escape to the gate of these mary jane emissions

Now I'm standin over caskets, Dang i miss em

And everytime that I'm rappin, I wonder can he listen?

Cause the fact that I'm dead in my own mind

Got me thinkin of puttin lead in the hands of my own kind

I know i need to make choice, But what's the options?

All i hear is satan's voice and it says pop em

[Chorus: x2]

They wonder, What's the reason for my tears

We dyin when I'm cryin, I'm just grievin for my peers

They ask me, Why so often i cry here

I can't beat the coffin, I do not wanna die here

[Verse 2:]

And i let the tip of my pen bleed, For the children who can't leave

They beat my little homie to death wit a 10 speed

I was just a freshmen wit prostitute peers

My best friend sold rock and got locked up for years

Dawg, We've lost many, But we still feel immortal

6 feet beneath sea level with no snorkel

I'm sittin on the porch puttin a torch to ports

wit a gauge leanin off my cutoff shorts like it's normal

We torn souls, And we don't mourn foes

1 shot can overred and buck ya cornrows

They keep tellin me there's a way out

Yeah, I'm well aware of that, Look, Over there's a cat laid out

He should've duck when the hollow once sprayed out

Buck, Buck, Click clack, Buck, Buck, Buck, It never plays out

It's like somebody looped the gat instrumental

Sometimes it's so bad, I can rap to the tempo

Broken glass, Tear gas through the window

Constantly harassed cause we give out no info

So what you in fo'? Life in the pen, Bro?

Grabbin my pen, Slow writin my kinfolks

Lettin em know that it's hell so don't come

Cause i bail where the killas dwell wit no gun

Cause death's more gruesome here

Get stabbed in the neck wit a toothbrush or through the ear

And revenge keeps me company, They don't really want me free

I'm killing anything for everything that was done to me

Even my mom could get stuck in the gut for what she allowed her baby son to see

Cause i was too young to know that she was ho'ing and sniffin blow, Dawg

I used to think her hair was snowing

She taught me to beg from no one, So i took it

You're right ma, I'm just like pops was, Looking

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]

I roll wit true kings, Who disregarded they hoop dreams

They used to do things, Like shoot niggaz over they shoestrings

Kept a p-90 in the linen of blue jeans

And moved cream to more than a few fiends

Daily grind since 89

Out of state plates wit powder cake and a baby .9

It's killafornia, Bangin since wildin have a child long before a diploma

Ya slip, They trip on ya

Outta town, Ya outta bounds, Get found

Drowned or by the hounds, Either way, You in a gown

Wit the coroners and if it's beef they ain't discreet

They on yo street, Lickin rounds to inform ya

There's no safe haven, Place cravin

The graven from the cracks of the earth like cavemen

Behavin, Like apes and gorillas

Kick in the door of yo villa fo scrilla some cold killas

And don't never cross game on a true one, It's hostile

They'll be waitin outside of the hospital

Wit more than a few guns, Buck on ya new son

Let the mack 11 rounds touch on his new lungs

I spit this cause i've witnessed niggaz get lifted

So don't risk it, The game is a shifty mistress

She vicious, Promises riches, Then switches

And puts you on the tip of the hitlist

[Chorus x2]