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letra de true story - plan b

(verse1)
best friend dying doctor says he won’t live
he told me homie don’t you worry cause i won’t quit
so i pray everyday for his health
i pray for him more than i pray for myself
it’s a sad situation how i’m livin’
it’s so hard to find my faith when i know i’m out here sinnin’
begging for forgiveness on my search for some better days
before i went to sleep she used to kiss me and say it’s ok
i want to maintain but it’s hard as h-ll and it’s impossible to trust when your a victim of a trail
i’m having nightmares, i rarely fall asleep
every time i close my eyes i see my child’s face
i’m under pressure
24/7 i be stressin under unbearable pain
from the thoughts of my confession
just me and my pistol all alone

(hook)
baby hold me close and don’t you ever let me go
i swear to god i’m going through it and i’m needing you the most
somebody say a prayer coz i’m out here all alone
police pull me over and i’m not making it home
where in the world did i go wrong
i don’t really know so please don’t let me go
i’m going through the most and i don’t want to be alone
police pull me over and i’m not coming home

(verse2)
my best friends sick and they say he ain’t got many months
surrounded by the empty bottles
i’m smoking plenty blunts
the pills help but they don’t take away my pain
addicted to the streets so it’s hard for me to change
fast money pays my bills so constantly i grind
nine to five won’t cut it, hustling is only on my mind
paranoid most of the time got me clutching on my pistol
if i p-ss away remember me through songs and pictures
tell my son i love him and make sure he remembers
it’s not his fault at all daddy didn’t come home for dinner
put my life in these sentences coz its all i know
pray to god i don’t get sentenced coz i’m out here sellin dope

(verse3)
all these motherf-ckers change so you can’t tell me sh-t
always riding dirty with a trunk full of bricks
paranoid and nervous everyday that i’m serving
somebody snitch on me then it’s closed curtains
on the inside i’m hurting
yeah i’m really dying, sometimes i’m just laughing to keep myself from crying
got a couple screws loose, i’m really out my mind
police pull me over then it’s handcuffs no lying

- plan b

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