Текст песни A - Move On
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Chorus:If I go on my way without youWoooahh where would I goIf I go on my way without you Woooahh where would I goA+:I’m having flashbacksLet me relax my domeMy whole joint’s blown another soldier won’t be coming homeParkside is gonna miss you black forevaTies will never severYou died tryin’ to live betterDid what you had to do and now you deceasedI hope you livin in peace dont even stress that beefGo ‘head and sleep count your blessings return to the essenceEverytime I see your fam word is bon I feel your presenceIt’s all over bearing witness like jehovahAin’t nothing strange unless you watch your range like a roverFollow me son, what’s done is done, forgot itGod bless his soul while his body’s underground rottingWe won’t forget you let a brother try to dis youI swear to god he better have a blade and plus a pistolForever miss you got babies that wanna kiss youShining like crystal, and at your wake I pass your ma a tissueChorus 2XHe was only thirteen when he burst his spleanThe shot was fatalHe died right there upon the kitchen table BLAOWIt happened all alone in his houseNot a creature was stirrin’, not a roach or a mouseAnd I was just with him, playin’ SegaAnd buggin’ on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playasAnd now he’s goneI’m speakin’ on my man K-ShawnForever on my mind mentally as I kick my songHe used to talk about the box in the closet Where his pops kept a glock and all the safety depositsNow he stressed, fiendin’ just to hold some heatI guess it came from all the stories that he heard in the streetI can’t explain it, it’s ill how we used to feelI used to tell him stop playin’ wit that chrome-piece steelHe never listened, and now my man is missin’ in actionI blame it on the fools in the street that’s always blastin’Chorus 2XAiyyo my dreams are filled with terrorShots gettin’ nearer Paralyzed and right in front of my eyes it’s gettin’ clearerA tragedy resulted from a brother’s bad scratch Tried to rob a deli but the gat he had was raggyBullets sprayed, ricocheted and automaticallyHit a bystander, young girl named AmandaThe slugs in her back by this cat buggin’ no crapAnother rugrat, somebody tell me where the love’s atWas only seven already on her way to heavenShe reached her day and now she won’t see her weddingSome might say that this was destined or somethingBut her parents only had one child and now they left with nothingBook all that flix and when they daughter was sixBefore they moved from the bricks and got caught up in the mixThey thought things would get better now they stressed foreverThey last vision was image of a blood-soaked sweaterChorus 4X