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sevin - heathinz tearz (real talk) lyrics

[intro]
uh, yeah, speak for my people
that’s the only way i know how

[verse 1]
i was born into a cold world that became hot
i shed tears for my dead peers like rain drops
same spot infested wit ‘cain rock
so many po-po, i used to think on the lo lo they was usin my block to train cops
hoppin outta crown victoria’s hang glocks
hounds sniff the dank spot, so many homies became locked
if you got anything less than 10 friends up in the pen, then we ain’t from the same block
dog, we can’t starve so we can’t stop
can’t ball, so we can’t cop
ain’t large, so we can’t drop
we hang hard in the yard wit gats puffin cigars sippin ‘ac wit tats and tank tops
are we the same? i think not
if you got time to sleep, then our lives
they ain’t linked to the same clock
cause where i’m from, it’s a pain pot
of slugs’ll rip through ya ribs and lungs
shoot out ya back
hit somebody’s infant son, then you collapse from the same shot
and after that, n-ggas still ain’t shocked
death is the rerun my network televised
they said i have the face of an angel but wit h-llish eyes
we seen arms get torn from torsos
disconnected by gauge slugs
still are expected to stay thug
marks keep snitches on the phone stay bugged
first time i made love was wit a trey snub
this heinous livin be paintin visions until insane we driven
to escape to the gate of these mary jane emissions
now i’m standin over caskets, dang i miss em
and every time that i’m rappin, i wonder can he listen?
cause the fact that i’m dead in my own mind
got me thinkin of puttin lead in the head of my own kind
i know i need to make choice, but what’s the options?
all i hear is satan’s voice and it says pop em

[chorus 2x: sevin]
they wonder, what’s the reason for my tears
we dyin when i’m cryin, i’m just grievin for my peers
they ask me, why so often i cry here
i can’t beat the coffin, i do not wanna die here

[verse 2]
and i let the tip of my pen bleed
for the children who can’t leave
they beat my little homie to death wit a 10 speed
i was just a freshmen wit prost-tute peers
my best friend sold rock and got locked up for years
dog, we’ve lost many, but we still feel immortal
6 feet beneath sea level with no snorkel
i’m sittin on the porch puttin a torch to ports
wit a gauge leanin off my cutoff shorts like it’s normal
we torn souls, and we don’t mourn foes
1 shot can orville redenbach’ ya cornrolls
they keep tellin me there’s a way out
yeah, i’m well aware of that
look, over there’s a cat laid out
he should’ve duck when the hollow rut sprayed out
buck, buck, cl1ck clack, buck, buck, buck, it never plays out
it’s like somebody looped the gat instrumental
sometimes it’s so bad, that i can rap to the tempo
broken gl-ss, tear gas through the window
constantly har-ssed cause we give out no info
so what you in fo’? life in the pen, bro?
grabbin my pen, slow writin my kinfolk
lettin em know that it’s h-ll so don’t come
cause i bell where the k!llas dwell wit no gun
cause death’s more gruesome here
get stabbed in the neck wit a toothbrush or through the ear
and revenge keeps me company
they don’t really want me free
i’m k!lling anything for everything that was done to me
even my mom could get stuck in the gut for
what she allowed her baby son to see
cause i was too young to know that she was ho’ing and sniffin blow, dog
i used to think her hair was snowing
she taught me to beg from no one, so i took it
you’re right ma, i’m just like pops was – livin’

[chorus: sevin] {2x}

[verse 3: sevin]
i roll wit true kings
who disregarded they hoop dreams
they used to do things
like shoot n-ggas over they shoestrings
kept a p-90 in the line of the blue jeans
and moved cream to more than a few fiends
daily grind since ’89
out of state plates wit powder cake and a baby .9
it’s k!llafornia
bangas is wildin
have a child long before a diploma
ya slip, they trip on ya
outta town, ya outta bounds, get found
drowned or by the hounds
either way, you in a gown
wit the coroners and if it’s beef they ain’t discreet
they on yo street, l1ckin’ rounds to inform ya
there’s no safe haven, place cravin
the grave men from the cracks of the earth like cavemen
behavin, like apes and gorillas
kick in the door of yo villa fo scrilla some cold k!llas
and don’t never cross game on a true one, it’s hostile
they’ll be waitin outside of the hospital
wit more than a few guns
buck on ya new son
let the mack 11 rounds touch on his new lungs
i spit this cause i’ve witnessed n-ggas get lifted
so don’t risk it, the game is a shifty mistress
she vicious, promises riches, then switches
and puts you on the tip of the hit-list

[chorus: sevin] {2x}

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