Story of My Life

[Intro: Buddha Monk] Thirty year... Shaquasia, Monica, Naela, Jasmine Pay close attention, daddy got a little story to tell This gon' help you through life Go throught the situations I didn't have to go through But I went through anyway I want ya'll to go sit back and relax And listen to what I'm saying, cuz This is very important, my children You my children, and I love you And I don't want you to go through this Listen to me [Buddha Monk] Yo, I live for three decades, added three times ten That means thirty years I've been living in this world Trapped by a sin, chased by my same skin, blazed at my same skin That'll hide the load like a caveman Waiting for the sun to go down so my feet can hit the pavement again Didn't you know this be the day my life come to an end Throw on the vest to stop the slugs from entering my outer complex What's next? One bullet grazed my chest Took off the skin, another one flew by How I know? I felt the wind, no time for back up Die behind a suburban black truck Gun in the right hand, with the left hand supporting the bus Objective is to get one then duck Keep firing, nigga, til the white flag is up But you know how blacks do, they'd rather die than give it up Even the baby's on the street, surviving without a pops That's the lifestyles of a nigga that wants to be famous But it's sad that I have to say this Your son was caught in the world of young and died quick Moms crying with her hand on her hips, drool fallin' from her lips Her son is on the phone calling six of his click The situation is getting drastic, and savagely before the war is over It might be ten more bodies in the casket Oh shit, there's news reporters everywhere asking what happened But everybody trying the Silence of the Lambs, not giving a damn Same regular day with the same regular plans But it's cool though, the streets talking I'm still gonna find out who killed my brother Debo Why? Because all they did, I'm still gon' be there Yo, I'mma tell you like this, nigga, I'mma still be there [Chorus 2X: Buddha Monk] I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there I'll be there.... [Buddha Monk] Rain falls, streets never been so silent Only thing you hear is the water dropping And my feets bopping, from the rain showering Went to my girl's house just to dry off And she's laying in the bed from the loving I just fed Not knowing when I leave her house I might end up with a nine in my head But I'm still staying militant, wondering why my brother died From the hand of a ill minded delinquent It's murder, sickening to my third eye Moms is home crying, so why can't his moms be home crying It's no more thinking about the same skin It's kill this one, and kill again Now it's back out on 7th Ave. and Lexington You know where that's at, that's where everybody sell drugs and laugh at But it's this night where you gon' hear the gun claps Caught two of them, then Tracy caught one Innocent bystander got it in the back, people running everywhere Grabbing the next friend, saying 'come on, let's get out of here' Blood scattered everywhere, where revenge never felt so sweet But sometimes other people die just so you can get beat Flashing lights everywhere, mom callying Jamie Just to see if her kid is still out there People standing around everywhere Worst disaster that they ever did here The night is still young, and two more thugs Got to get caught by gun down, it's a little more difficult Call Dre with the four pound, tell him to meet me On 4th and Broad', now, wait til the last location Where somebody last is seen and heard of More black vans, black hoodies, black Timbs With black gorillas in the rear There he goes, don't give him a chance To get to a phone and call any of his friends I say to myself this is it, empty two clips They bust back, but nobody got hit This is for Debo, arriba, andale, they all gotta go I'm finished now, job done well now I keep you in my mind forever now I spray the wall in memory, so the love won't go down Stay strong, I see you real soon But for now Debo, yo, I'll still be there [Chorus 2X]