Lyrics
lookin bacc upon the year I alwyays wanted to grow up,
slang and bang make my name and never slow up,
SKip was created by a inter being waiting to show up,
then i grew up saw my life in the window pain,
I asked myself why i cause my mother all this pain,
nothin good ever comes out of joinin a gang,
you got foes and eneimes across every corner,
and geuss what yoll just another dead brother,
cuz society doesnt care if you live or die,
im just another young blacc nigga tryin 2 survive,
as a adolesent i felt love deprived,
but realized tough love made me stive for da best,
i just wanna make my ancesters proud for layin in rest,
there life aint good for nothin i tell myself as i take a deep breath,
I wish i could take a dive five plus one feet under,
so i can so my love for my dead grandmother,
Life aint everything,
you gotta live it out 4 your thang,
you can b poor or live like petagree,
you gotta set your aim hi
and agree you wanna reach the shy
Riminesin about the past,
makes me glad god granted me a chance to shine like a star,
cuz if it wasnt for this i would be blind starin in the dark,
commit killns like colobine livin with no heart,
and you wouldnt see my gift shoot'n like a star,
i been hear near and far,
posted notes on memoirs,
of what not do,
i gotta keep my path staight so i can swim in the blue lagoon,
cuz i was scared st8 as a child,
watched DRip Loco go there tribolations and triles,
dont get it wrong i aint no bitch,
inside im still the same skip who put it down for my clicc,
im just a little bit wiser,
shoot'n past the highest tower,
i seen what leads down the wrong path,
i wanna exccell and become a grown dad,
be strong blacc and bold never forget'n my past,
somewhere on a music station being the headline of a telecast,
I never seen the eyes flood of a grown mans before,
you kept the blood run'n through r veins and for it you deserve a encore,
i wish god left your soul here you where like my next mother,
lookin in your eyes wanted me to soar through the skys,
whether it was a good chose or bad why did you have to die,
i swear you goin to see me rise,
shoot higher than i ever did,
im a star witnize it in ball, rap or watch me learn qick like a jagur,
I can flow deep or keep it romaticly sweet,
but iether the case im a interwine a gangsta tip,
so who ever where ever you goin to feel this shit,
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