By Samuel K. Byrd
We welcomed you with love when you moved in the hood
Showed you how we got down and stayed eatin good
Hipped you to the game and all the we do
And if you needed anything you know we’d come thru
Had a problem with hoes, talk game wasn’t the best
Stepped your game up now pullin hoes off breath
Rockin plaids and corduroys when a first met ya
Now silk, suede, and linen the only thing that touch ya
Proved yourself to the hood on more than one occasion
First out that box no matter what the situation
Every in the hood felt you had they back
Never guessed your would switch out like that
Shoulda seen the coming, shoulda read the signs
Forever on the scene but never did the crimes
Always full of information with no first hand account
And before would go down you would always cut out
Had this you chilled with, but we ain’t trust the hoe
Wondered what the *** you brang herround here fo
Word on the street, her old man doing 5 to 10
And she was ***ing the D.A. before the went in
Some s got suspicious, some didn’t wanna believe
Old Houdini had a trick up his sleeve
And even after the bust still no one wanted to admit it
This turn number 1 witness from co-defendant
Task force busted in and the drama ensued
Not going without a fight, bussin at the boys in blue
Willy took a shot to the arm, Rick one in the chest
We taken nothing but head shot cause they all got vests
Ski masks can’t cancel the blood once it started to flow
s drunk off Grey Goose and adrenaline mixed with drow
After the bullet stop flying and all the rounds was spent
Rookie cop shot my man and claimed it was an accident
Ghetto bird flying, neighbors want to see what’s up
Yard filled with JSO, DEA, and unmarked trucks
Shoved in the van thinking , a goddamn setup
When I see that face, believe he’s getting wet up
On the stand, the turned straight Nino Brown
Making accusations like we the worst s in town
Listening to his testimony started to make me sick
All they got was guns, a few bags, and a couple of bricks
The lawyer that we got cost a bout 20 stacks
But if he can get a off we can make it back
Trafficking and conspiracy, police need a warrant for that
Illegal search and seizure, and that’s the end to that
We dodged a bullet; now see if you can dodge one to
Ya girls gonna need a black dress your mama will too
I loved you , and that’s being real witcha
I bet you never thought I’d be the one sent to kill ya
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Purpose
By Samuel K Byrd Is it that our destiny can be determined by stars? Or is it just pure dumb luck that has got us this far Most of us search for some purpose in our lives Only to be characterized as a mother, father as husbands or wives But are we only defined by how we are perceived by another? Or is it something else that keeps us from going further What was lost can be gained again Sometimes we just need a comforting word from a close friend The job is gone; you're back to renting and you had to trade in the Jag We need to focus more on what we have instead of what we had Everything in this world is rented, borrowed, and will soon expire So, live for you and not others’ wants needs and desires  |
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Would his message be well received? If he had disciples, how many would he need? Would his miraculous miracles be believed?
Would he be able to breathe life into a struggling economy? Take a land that thrives in tyranny and restore harmony Calm the concerns of seniors and make them feel healthy
Would he bring forth change in these trying times? Would we see a decline in violent crime? Should we be able to feel safe and have peace of mind?
But how long wo... |
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There, that’s right, yes, do it again That’s it yeah, no, don’t stop Don’t you ever stop, I want you to always Smile for me
As long as I can see that smile on your face I know that with you I’ve earned my place
A smile, just a simple smile Followed by a short laugh Just for that small request I would trade in all I have But what happens when the smile fades?
No, no, no You not smiling, is something I could not conceive Never, never, never Would I make you frown, something you can believe?
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To step in to this ring It’s heart you must bring Most won’t try to participate Some sit out and only speculate
But not I
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PurposePurpose By Samuel K Byrd
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