Текст песни Chris Ward - My Life
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From C. Ward to you nigga, uh..[Chris Ward]It`s not real to be hard, in fact it`s hard to be realAnd you gotta been through it, to know how I feelI stood still plenty of times, my back against the wallCrying for help, but nobody answered my callAnd all I can do is reminisce, when I was a kidGrowing up, there`s a lot I could of changed that I didAnd now, I intend to adjust myselfThough I`m grown I still hear voices whispering, (can I trust myself)I use to wanna grab for a gun, and bust myselfBut that ain`t right, and Lord knows I would of disgust myselfI had to move alone, and prove `em wrongThey John Q`s boy, showed that I`m too strongI`m from the small section, we call the Y-StoneWhere our world and lifestyle, spins fast as a cycloneAnd it seems, everytime one of my dogs get homeIt`s like five-six-seven or eight, others get goneAnd I know that it`s hard, out hereI hate to complain, but Lord I swearI`m just trying to hold on, better yet I`m trying to keep it togetherI got the puzzle, but I can`t seem to put these pieces togetherI`m on that other shit, that born and raised in the gutter shitWhere most of these niggaz come up, trying to slang that butter shitThere`s no longer a war on Iraq, there`s a war on the blackRight now in every ghetto, there`s a war on crackSee, the moral of my story isThere`s nothing out here, that can make you notoriousCause money don`t make the man, just make what he gotBut materialistically, that`s what most folk think it`s about and that`s fucked up(*talking*)Uh, I wanna send some shout out`s right quick, yeahHolla at my little sisters and, J-Weezy, what`s up JennySaqoia got ya, this one right here for y`all, Kiesh`Cindo, Lil` Nick, my big sister Nicola, Whitebread Peckerwood