Fes Taylor - Shed A Tear Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]In this life, we liveWe really get it right[Fes Taylor]My head messed up right now, things ain't going too greatBehind these iron gates, feeling like my people's upstateSon, I'm trapped, just looking for a way to escapeSame niggas that I used to love, a nigga grew to hateCan't cry, my eyes dry, is it the weed or the allergiesActually, pain all seem natural to meTry to help my man out, show him where to get cashCome to find out, the same dude, tapping my stashHis baby moms tried to give me the ass, but I passedEven though, I'm a dog like Daz, I got classToo wrongs don't make me wrong, but it's hard to tellI can't front, cuz revenge feel good as hellI fell, people said I was nothing but dirtForgive me lord, for selling drugs right in front of the churchB-Ghost got murked, Fresh home from jailI just seen him on Todd G., making a sale[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor]I shed tears for those who ain't herePour some beer on the curb, just want the respect I deserveSwerve in the rain, drunk, in the range truckGoing insane, play the game, never gave up[Fes Taylor]Nearly seen the blues, I was falsely accusedGot in the game early, my pops taught me the rulesWent to four different high schools, got kicked out of every oneFlex mom's died, ain't live to bury her sonEverybody hating on Fes, ya'll a bunch of crabsWhen I'm shining, they mad, but they happy when I'm doing badMy mans talking bout me, the chick's behind my backSaying his chain ain't all that, and his tracks is wackJump in the whip, drive off, blasting BB KingCuz ya'll rather see me in the pen, than see me blingDo your thing, son, cuz I'mma do mine, whether it's rhymesOr crimes, rap lines or dimes, I'mma refineMy ex said she love me, I'm in the hospital half deadShe in the crib with the next man, giving him head[Chorus][Fes Taylor]Sometimes I think, son, what's the purpose of life?Cuz I'm still in the dark, trying to search for the lightEven though we grew up, and was raised in the slumsPlace where I'm from, it don't feel safe without a gunPolice always got me hemmed up, hemmed upYo, I'm tired of running from the beast, scuffing my Timbs upIn the lab stressed, smoking on a dolo bluntWith my eyes closed, dreaming bout the dough I wantGot a, bottle of Henny, for my troubles, it seems like it get worseEverytime I take a guzzle, stumble out the cribNobody ***** with me, lookReady to take my anger out on any one of you crooksTo see some time alone, to get my head straightWe suppose to help each other, instead ya'll dead weightRemember we all ate, all hands in the plateEverybody wanna take, but nobody wanna generate[Chorus 2X][Outro: Fes Taylor]In this life, we liveWe really get it rightAnd everybody givesBut nobody wants to dieIn this life, we liveWe really get it...
