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Fes Taylor
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Shed A Tear
[Intro:Fes Taylor] In this life, we live We really get it right
[Fes Taylor] My head messed up right now, things ain't going too great Behind these iron gates, feeling like my people's upstate Son, I'm trapped, just looking for a way to escape Same niggas that I used to love, a nigga grew to hate Can't cry, my eyes dry, is it the weed or the allergies Actually, pain all seem natural to me Try to help my man out, show him where to get cash Come to find out, the same dude, tapping my stash His baby moms tried to give me the ass, but I passed Even though, I'm a dog like Daz, I got class Too wrongs don't make me wrong, but it's hard to tell I can't front, cuz revenge feel good as hell I fell, people said I was nothing but dirt Forgive me lord, for selling drugs right in front of the church B-Ghost got murked, Fresh home from jail I just seen him on Todd G., making a sale
[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor] I shed tears for those who ain't here Pour some beer on the curb, just want the respect I deserve Swerve in the rain, drunk, in the range truck Going insane, play the game, never gave up
[Fes Taylor] Nearly seen the blues, I was falsely accused Got in the game early, my pops taught me the rules Went to four different high schools, got kicked out of every one Flex mom's died, ain't live to bury her son Everybody hating on Fes, ya'll a bunch of crabs When I'm shining, they mad, but they happy when I'm doing bad My mans talking bout me, the chick's behind my back Saying his chain ain't all that, and his tracks is wack Jump in the whip, drive off, blasting BB King Cuz ya'll rather see me in the pen, than see me bling Do your thing, son, cuz I'mma do mine, whether it's rhymes Or crimes, rap lines or dimes, I'mma refine My ex said she love me, I'm in the hospital half dead She in the crib with the next man, giving him head
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[Fes Taylor] Sometimes I think, son, what's the purpose of life? Cuz I'm still in the dark, trying to search for the light Even though we grew up, and was raised in the slums Place where I'm from, it don't feel safe without a gun Police always got me hemmed up, hemmed up Yo, I'm tired of running from the beast, scuffing my Timbs up In the lab stressed, smoking on a dolo blunt With my eyes closed, dreaming bout the dough I want Got a, bottle of Henny, for my troubles, it seems like it get worse Everytime I take a guzzle, stumble out the crib Nobody fuck with me, look Ready to take my anger out on any one of you crooks To see some time alone, to get my head straight We suppose to help each other, instead ya'll dead weight Remember we all ate, all hands in the plate Everybody wanna take, but nobody wanna generate
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[Outro: Fes Taylor] In this life, we live We really get it right And everybody gives But nobody wants to die In this life, we live We really get it...
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