I didn't
care about the music.
I am here as your child,
asking
for mercy,
asking for your guidance, praying for your
guidance,
praying that you would shine your light on my path.
On this day,
I come to you
David!
This paper ain't gonna count itself,
we gotta make it now
I couldn't walk up in the street,
I found my way around
We talkin' talk about the pain and
all the blood that stained the ground
You got me vibin',
knockin' reggae,
thinkin' how Jamaica sound
Bumper car,
you can't hustle here,
go find another block
A hundred shots,
souls lifted as soon as they spun the block
He been to lose all his life,
he don't care if he won or not
Smoke a sound like Ron Bass,
I wanna rock,
we love to block
I seen switch teams like they part of the league
My cousin rockin' state greens,
wear his heart on his sleeve
Now everybody on my top, guess the target is me
That was my man until he hated,
we hardly could speak I been at it
since the day that I started to breathe
Fifty on a yacht,
don't party like me If you on the block,
you feel it,
nobody talkin' like me
Crazy out the streets,
had us blindin',
we hardly could see Stand up in the water,
be part of the sea
Once they start blocking your vision,
it get harder to see We start drownin',
it get harder to breathe
I just tried to motivate with somethin'
we all could believe Rail up in your crib,
a couple men in black
but ain't no Will Smith
Now that you've gotten through all descriptions
It's time for the book of David
D.J.
Drum and