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• Artiste: Too $hort
• Titre: No Feelings
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Don't kill yourself, I'm talking to you And I don't pretend to know everything that you've been through But if it's shame you feel, just know that I've sinned, too And if it's pain you're feeling, just know that that's something I went through I don't know your story, but I know you and me are a lot alike So let me talk to you for a minute while I got this mic I was 18 when I pulled a gun out At the time, it felt like my out Cuz gettin' no sleep, he been tossin' and turnin' (Flashbacks) Hoppin' gates, tossin' a burner (Flashbacks) Homicide tape on the corner (Flashback) His homie mama eyes all water Talkin' cold sweats, stressed nights, deep breaths, nigga Chewin' things, mood swings, fuck sex, nigga Loose things and loose strings sink ships, nigga Mind tuned to who on or who next, nigga (Huh) He forgive but he don't forget (Nope) He was locked up and you was fuckin' on his bitch (Uh-huh) Nope, you didn't send a box, you didn't send him shit (Uh-huh) Five years, he been plottin' how to get you hit Cold game, dope game, cocaine, nigga (What) Tossed the burner when it blew the glass pane, nigga (Blaow) Seen the homie mama, all he felt was pain, nigga But once he left her, he didn't feel a damn thing, nigga When you a young Black man, it's hard to stay alive When I was 16, I thought old was 25 Now I'm twice that, ain't nothin' really changed I still watch my back, just like I'm 16 Seen some sick things, had to play it off Lotta homies got killed, had to take a loss I hate funerals, I don't wanna see you like that Seen you two weeks ago and said, "I'll be right back" I got busy, couldn't make it back that way I heard you got shot the next day It fucked me up, 'cause you was my homeboy for real, though I been to too many motherfuckin' funerals There's so much death out here It's a fact we all livin' in fear, fuck that What you gon' do with that strap Protect yourself or shoot a nigga in the back, bitch? Huh, he forgive but he don't forget (Nope) He was locked up and you was fuckin' on his bitch (Uh-huh) Nope, you didn't send a box, you didn't send him shit (Uh-huh) Five years, he been plottin' how to get you hit Cold game, dope game, cocaine, nigga (What) Tossed the burner when it blew the glass pane, nigga (Blaow) Seen the homie mama, all he felt was pain, nigga But once he left her, he didn't feel a damn thing, nigga Yeah, lost so many homies to the street, it got me devastated Said he 'bout to go get somethin' to eat, but he never made it I had to tell him he was good, that's a lie Closed his eyes and then I cried as I watched him die It ain't no feelings in these streets, man, the love is gone His heart is cold, his daddy dead, and his mother gone Hidin' at his granny house, until his cover blown It ain't no feelings in these streets, man, the love is gone I asked my cousin, do he care if he live or die? He grabbed a strap, he popped a pill, and fired up his high The streets got him paranoid and traumatized He started laughin', said, "We all gotta die" Said, "Feel my pain, when you in the gang, can't let 'em play with you" Granny said "Pray", he looked at her and said, "Pray to who?" Ran off on the plug and made a vow that he ain't gon' pay the dude Live by it, die by it, and let that Kater shoot Love from the hood And honor only bestowed on those who showed the hood the most unwavering of loyalties I'm talkin' street niggas Most literally from cradle to grave Most literally from corner to coroner Most literally niggas who hugged the block in their last moments gasping for air