Friday, October 7, 2011

Aging

Aging

Joints starting to pop
Back needs to be cracked
Shoulders so sore 
And my neck is stiff boy
When you holding up the world You tend to age quicker 
prolly didn't help that I was fighting to be that next nigga
I wanted to be simply said bigger than jigga
I'm young nigga with a old soul and a heart that's as cold as I am bold
I heard having a old soul makes you wise and worldly
I've been places on this planet that most people won't ever see
And at times I wish that I didn't see uh
And wish I wasn't me uh
Is it hard to conceive uh
Is it hard so to believe what
Just imagine what it's like for me whoa
There's niggas and bitches that got pure hate for Weez
But Weez is dead and Pipez is alive 
And it's my time to not just survive but to thrive and shine
As hard as i grind with my rhymes better have my spot ready when I arrive
or please believe that anyone in my way smacking them out the seat if I believe it belongs to me
Been there done that 
Oh I do it like what's a crime
I mean what I say I'm still OCP and making niggas get in line

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