letra de die today - joey fatts
[verse]
sometimes i wonder, am i really livin’?
sh-t, not for long, ain’t sh-t to eat up in that kitchen
so i’m pitchin’, on the block with my n-ggas sippin’, we gettin’
(twisted) heat in the bushes, wish you n-ggas come trippin’
i ain’t missin’, sittin’, reminiscin’ ’bout the past years
fatts home but now leon not here
man, a n-gga still shedding tears over that sh-t
they gave him six cells then put my n-gga under that b-tch
but we gon’ get you home, that’s my word
they saying if he died six times, he wouldn’t learn
and they wonder why we taught to let these sh-lls burn
in the head of a witness over jail terms
having a hard time accepting reality, close casualties
sickness in my family, that sh-t is always sad to see
so we grieve, promise me my family straight and bury me a g
and show them days we always prayed to see
[outro]
said i’m praying for my n-ggas in the pen
wash my hands with [?], back to this life of sin
a lot of sh-t f-cked up, man, where do i begin?
with a gun smoke flare, it’s just me in the end
fatts home from doing ten, i’m tryin’ to keep my family healthy
i remember days i used to pray someone would help me
now i’m on stage, just tryin’ to pave the way
promise me my family straight, n-gga, i can die today
n-gga, i can die today
n-gga, n-gga, i can die today
n-gga, i can die today
i can die today
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