Til the World Blows Up

[Verse 1]<br>If scars was tattoos with better stories<br>So much trauma scribed on my melon mob you liable to find tribal design tumors<br>That contain best selling novels, so much pain cursed my adolescence<br>That I can count my outer blessings on one hand<br>I was shook to the bone when informed of the three slugs you took to the dome<br>Just slammed and broke the hook to the phone<br>Teared up and let a couple trickle<br>Before retaliation could start cops knocked him and slammed him with a double nickel<br>Twelve years later stil not complacent tools<br>I cock I`m pacing impatiently awaiting to snap off for obvious reasons<br>Grew up with G`s who`s hobby is squeezing, hell probably is freezing<br>Peep said it`d be a cold day before we part<br>Yeah you prone to violence, just not to start provoking acts<br>You was smarter folks than that, especially to lose your life<br>Over a Starter coat and hat, I`m stil heated so what<br>Your pain is my pain, until the world blows up<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br>(Til the world blow up) I remain the same no matter life`s obstacles<br>(Til the world blow up) I will shine for us all if it`s quite possible<br>Til God calls me home and the caskets closed<br>And no longer can serenade my dogs with these classic flows<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>We were both raised studying rhymes and scriptures and the street rules to the game<br>And the game deeply embeds and tarnished jewels on your brain<br>The ghetto reflects us, from doo-rags to school metal detectors<br>To earning what you rightfully deserve is irrelevant<br>Cause now we only settle for extras, if not then jumped up charging<br>Got affiliates that shot at slumped up sergeants<br>Just to avoid trumped up charges, kept my head stern<br>Focused on these bars when you was knocked in arrest burned from ???<br>Funerals became annual, we all studied from the same rule book<br>And stil lost numerous to the game`s manual<br>Supreme has the power, any dirt when added up<br>And multiplied by 7 equals the Grapes of Wrath is sour<br>For all I know you might hate me, cause I ain`t been able to write<br>or send you a kite lately Just getting my mind right<br>so I can walk through this life straightly<br>And live see my little girl grow up<br>But you stil my dog until the world blow up<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>Until I see if the price of the happiness your deserve is cheap<br>As long as you embed these words deep<br>And can cinematically see the world from a worm`s eye view at a bird`s peak<br>Life occurs blurred, bleak sometimes but regardless of how sour the Kool-Aid is though<br>It could stil be stirred sweet, there ain`t no guarantees<br>Except that them taxes in a world that attacks tactless<br>But Imma get full access to its axis<br>And take the weight of the world off your shoulders and put it on my back like atlas<br>The incompatibleness of me and your moms<br>Is something that we deny greatly, we ain`t eye to eye lately<br>The concept of not being there to guide you through life safely<br>Is the reason me, myself, and I hate me irately<br>We love each other but after mating the result is the pitas of a queen stinger<br>And stil our dear relationship goes swing slinger<br>Before death had a chance to do us part<br>Fate had flipped us off with the ring finger<br>And that`s the reason deaths celebrated and birth`s mourned<br>But Imma always love you first born<br>From diapers until you casket bound with black skirt on<br>Til the world in your beautiful eyes stops spinning and blows up and the earths gone<br><br>[Chorus 2X]