I've been makin music for years, and I just recorded this pretty fast...i wrote it awhile ago, might re-do it if I get good enough feedback on it so lemme know!! [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hm79LM_5aOg]phILLy- If not for livin (1080p Lyrics in Description) - YouTube[/ame] He was born torn full of scorn always mournin George Forman couldn't beat this performance Coordinates locked ready to drop like confetti Bear arms like teddy, shots pop at the white Chevy He would light many, fight plenty at night then he Flew away like lenny after pickin up a nice penny Sweaty, aimed steady, knew it was all petty All about the chedi in LA like colleti He wrote twenty raps til the henne went flat Then he crashed took a nap so the benji's could stack Perhaps he was trapped in the past of memories And laughs, remember me was written endlessly His heart attacked fast, he collapsed, nobody wanted A part of that, but they brought em back like an artifact If any one asked he was just hibernatin Had to say goodbye to satan cuz his driver was waitin Pacin in vacant lots, chasin impatient plots Facin adjacent glocks bein hated by Croatian cops This person seemed clean on an earth of fiends Fleein the murder scene believed he heard a scream Purchased his dreams he should of worked at it But he preferred cabbage ever since the first addict He had a habit he knew he couldn't stop Had a gun on his hip but he knew he shouldn't hop So he shopped rocks called shots he would not drop The blocks hot, it wasn't cool if he got locked He made it large, Jamaican bars, imported whips Afforded it with assorted flips there's more to this Growin up Jordan less, moms workin four to six The choice was his, he could always join the biz Or be a worthless kid hangin on trees like a ornament He was down to run 'round robbin' like a tournament CHORUS [still need to write one] He was actin stupid any car he would boost it A child turned ruthless but no longer roofless Who am I to say what deciscion I woulda chose Just one more life that could of rose, suppose You were wearin his clothes and feelin his lows Piss broke, and all about bread like quiznos How can kids grow with no hope, no chance Prayin with both hands will keep the dope damned Old gramps bitchin bout low pants, and no stamps Determined to grow old without a cold glance Started to grow plants, got into the cocaine Dope games were propane that started the fire In his heart remaining, it's what most changed him His future stayed grim from all the paved sins Its hard to be raised in a place surrounded By pavement, as days went he stood in amazement Was all the money worth it? Did he have a purpose? Was it worth livin in curse on the earth's surface? Feared no man but god money's a facade It didn't come in use in the sky, he tried To come clean but all was not forgivin Woulda made it through the gates if not for livin "we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and ask me how" 2pac [ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y54CZVMOWNA[/ame]