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letra de 07/07/97 - bmk baby

[intro: bmk baby]
my heart been broken, torn to pieces, i ain’t ever let that get to me
i try to keep me pushing feel like no one really care for me
trust issues mind f-cked on the drugs, need you listen carefully
and if you even there for real i need you to come get with me
i need to feel a special love and touch
i’m sorry if lately man, i’ve been falling for the drugs
i’m sorry sh-t too late, thought i was tough if i would plug
like running trynna sell some g’s, that sh-t don’t make you tough

[verse 1: bmk baby]
lil homie there’s a better route come on let’s sit and talk
i’m sick and tired seeing all these news more violence people gone
violence ain’t the f-ckin answer n-gga, look what you’ve become
you really wanna live yo life behind them bars for serving guns
1 year, 2 years go by man freedom ain’t the one
and not a call and not a visit, mom what happened to your son?

[bridge: bmk baby]
i’m truly sorry if i let you down, done f-cked it up again
wish i coulda been the favourite kid, normal, and made some friends
i got myself and just myself to blame for all of my mistakes
i’m truly sorry if i let you down, done f-cked it up again
wish i coulda been the favourite kid, normal, and made some friends
i got myself and just myself to blame for all of my mistakes
i’m truly sorry if i let you down, done f-cked it up again
wish i coulda been the favourite kid, normal, and made some friends
i got myself and just myself to blame for all of my mistakes

[verse 2: bmk baby]
deep sh-t, man f-ck it all just wrote it on with pen
hope my words make a mark like the ones that i wrote with pen
if i should die tonight forever be grateful wish it would end
i ain’t ever wish death on a n-gga, death on a hitta
i respect you, you respect me, that’s the case, it don’t get realer
brother told me bout yo daughter, how she been man? how you holding up?
the realest hitta on the block
much love was never scared to talk
or scared to pop, i grew up thinking wrong was right
don’t blame me eyes was yours my sight
man just a little kid, playing muddy cakes, seeing buddy brake
buddy got shot last weekend over some f-cking cake
ran home fast, little kiddo done seen it all his face cursed
lil boy thinks he f-cked up and he did something wrong
he let buddy get shot, was helpless, he ain’t do no wrong
and it’s a f-cked up cycle
judge n0body, man we all make mistakes
the world is falling deeper holding tight, hope i would get to stay and have a lil daughter, read her books and kiss her cheeks, her face
my genie where you at, i need my threes, my wishes dearly
have family, my kids, my genie please i hope you hear me
wish i would’ve seen another route, i truly mean that dearly

[bridge 2: bmk baby]
3rd wish, wish that i could help, no money ain’t about some wealth
we all get treated equally cause truly that’s how it should go
my genie open eyes, materials stay, but people they just go
my genie open eyes, materials stay, but people they just go

(f-ck, like, why am i in my feelings?)

[verse 3: bmk baby]
my own lil world in my head pointless thoughts revealing
i hope you get to live yo life potential man you full of it
and sorry that i wasn’t there for you yo heart, my love, i keep it full with it
while y’all were crying out for help, me chasing bread came through with it
was blinded, ignorant thoughts when i spoke to the cops
and then i realized that these people, they be doing their job
and raising a family, guess it’s they job, but they still after me
my letter know y’all got it, know that buddy watching after me
again i’m really sorry for the route that i done chose
coulda been a big baller for really man, how it goes
ain’t no bad examples, love you momma, you my favourite person
wish you ain’t neglected me, getting lonely days go by in prison
mom, you was the realest on my team
i guess that it just took me long, matured, growed up, and then i seen
i ain’t show up your birthday i was out and caused a scene
1997, next day murder charges chasing me
f-ck, an innocent life taken over some paper
shot to the head i hate to read it, sh-t all over the papers
hate to read it, man that sh-t really be over the papers

[bridge 3: bmk baby]
f-ck, well i guess you know what happened next (yeah)
well i guess you know what happened next
and where he ended up
well listen though
(yo?) (huh?) (yeah)

[verse 4: bmk baby]
guard walks in the room and says “hand over your sh-t, you got like less than twenty minutes over prepping this sh-t”
the clock is ticking, guards approach, they say get ready for this
a bag gets put onto the head, they start just walking, sound is dying off
he knows what’s bout to happen, he ain’t thinking he a strong dude the clock just keep on ticking, wished it stopped, oh just stay strong ain’t got no right to k!ll a man, guess that the wrongs that he done did throughout his life had all caught up to him
it’s pointless man he sitting in a wooden chair, the guards begin to strap down, remove the cover of his face, one last good look
he whispered quietly said “i love you moms”
and god i love you too, he slowly start to put his head down
made it halfway, only made it halfway
before you knew it everything was over, the shot went through
(his body)

- bmk baby

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