Songtext The way life is Drag-On

The way life is

[verse 1]
Listen up, yo, shit I get upset if I see a nigga, layin in his sweats
With blood comin out his head like sweat, knowin I could be next
So, what about all the babies that aint fully born
Thats less fortunate, like that man walkin with one arm
They tried to throw me up in a orphanage, with all the kids
But I stayed up in the offices cuz they couldnt get me, off a kid
Its sad when a good mother put hard work
Like wash clothes, off the shit we played on and got hurt
Why she gotta pay for the dirt
Cuz her only son is up the street with the whole block sour
Cuz you know bodies lay for bout for eight hours
Wanna talk about our chrome whips
Theres niggas out there dont own shit
While we sit at home and bone a bitch while niggas is homeless
See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price
Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had to go shit
Found her up the steps a bloody mess, hopeless
It wasnt cops cuz only street niggas empty the whole clip
Ya know this

Chorus 2x: case and drag-on
People come, people go, thats the way life is
(and I heard that)
I dont know what to do, guess I just have to laugh
(and we heard that)

[verse 2]
Yo bullets dont have no name
Or maybe yall niggas should get better aim
And stop puttin these innocent people in pain
Its a damn shame that life aint, nothin but a game
And we all at the 4th quarter, cuz our time is shorter and shorter
Cuz yall got time to tap our phones and hear the orders
And stop the coke from comin across the waters
But yall cant stop the slaughters
Or the people from starvin
The guns is not standin still, they still revolvin
Uptight and still mobbin
Blacks still sling cracks and know I know why they call it
Fishscale, from columbia to new york on a boat the shit sells
Tell a weak whore, and when I score
Ima open up my door and give to the poor
Til they tell me they dont even want no more
Yall keep raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on broadway
Its all dominicans and blacks thats packed in projects serious
And why yall call it a project, are we an experiment?

Chorus 2x

[verse 3]
Yo, I wasnt tryin to be a slave
Or encaged up with braids
I was saved by a guy with a older age with grades
Told me the other ways to get paid, than lettin my gun wave
We know you brave, get yo shit tight and heres a pen
Its much lighter, like click click, thats a gun sound
Blau! thats a round now hit the ground
Thats what drag learns cuz his pops back was turned
Now call the cops, what about that gat that just got pungin
Or that kid that got it 41 times, you call that justice?
If it is, then what the fuck is this
Somethin I must have just missed
Maybe christmas and get a nut off, we get our hot water cut off
Off my timbs I wipe the mud off, cuz I put the stomp in it
Pretty rivers, and lakes and ponds, drag was in a swamp in bronx
Well death is where I coulda gone
Cuz where Im from the bullets long
Yall see the news, but why my block gang got no footage on
Cuz my life is like a movie, when you die, aint no comin back shit
So if one of yall get shot, nigga handle it

Chorus 4x to fade